tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468163475124204592024-02-20T15:06:55.347+01:00ilvintes1958 ""IL RACCONTO DELL'AMORE ATTRAVERSO IL SE""Questo blog non essendo aggiornato periodicamente, non può pertanto considerarsi prodotto editoriale ai sensi della legge n.62 del 07/08/2001. Immagini, testi, audio, video inseriti sono pubblicati senza alcun fine di lucro. Qualora la loro pubblicazione violasse specifici diritti di autore, si prega di
comunicarmelo per la relativa pronta rimozione. GRAZIE!ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.comBlogger953125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-72637010111603493992011-08-11T16:55:00.001+02:002011-08-11T17:02:08.311+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpUlnweyqQMTqazgXeutHRxf_gYp6mBaBuHYT_XLl13U6XiRgt8ENqtmm4BePFwRoWUKJfdt-iBE4oLZDyt6J-3NcUmAXo0O7FkE5RGR16MGMdQ4iTmKNLwABP6UyieADkc1Zy2CiKUo/s1600/fd5d6d5e58_2789876_med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpUlnweyqQMTqazgXeutHRxf_gYp6mBaBuHYT_XLl13U6XiRgt8ENqtmm4BePFwRoWUKJfdt-iBE4oLZDyt6J-3NcUmAXo0O7FkE5RGR16MGMdQ4iTmKNLwABP6UyieADkc1Zy2CiKUo/s320/fd5d6d5e58_2789876_med.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">Basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">e il vento mi spinge sulla scogliera</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">il mio sguardo corre dietro un gabbiano</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">il mio cuore batte al ritmo incessante delle onde</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">i pensieri volano così radenti al mare</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">che scompaiono all'orizzonte</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">e non occorre guardare oltre</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">per capire che sento la tua mancanza.</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">Basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">basta che io apra gli occhi e sento il tuo respiro su di me</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>basta che io mi lasci portar via...</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>dai tuoi sguardi, dai tuoi baci, dalle tue carezze</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>e mi ritrovo immerso nei momenti che ci appartengono</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>basta che io guardi il sole, il mare, il cielo</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>per capire che i miei pensieri volano via nel vento.</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Su quella scogliera</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>abbagliato dalla luce del tuo sorriso</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>e travolto da una tempesta d’amore</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-large;">basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>perchè il mio animo ritrovi il calore di ogni piccolo gesto</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>basta che io pronunci il tuo nome</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>perché risuoni in me la musica di luoghi lontani</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>e il suono incantevole della tua voce</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>che fluttua leggera nell'aria e nella mia mente</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>perché i miei sensi, le mie emozioni, le mie sensazioni</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>mi riportino nella tua delicata essenza</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;">basta così poco</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">basta che io viva</span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">per capire e sentire che tu ci sei ovunque</span></i></span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>L'amore è una metamorfosi </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Dal silenzio ad un suono, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>da una vertigine di lana di vetro </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Al diavolo in pietra su un duomo, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E non so più se sono una donna </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Oppure tu sei un uomo </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Ma in qualche modo, senza capire, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>In qualche modo ci sono</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Con la mia bocca, con le mie mani </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Col mio respiro sulle paure, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Preso di vento, fatto di vento, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Una giacca per le avventure </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E i nostri occhi che si ritrovano </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Nel ritmo del tuo lenzuolo </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Perché l'amore è una metamorfosi </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E stanotte, stanotte non sono solo.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>L'amore è una metamorfosi </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>S'increspa il labbro delle colline </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>La tua fronte è solcata, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Ti disegna gli occhi, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E sorridi di ogni confine </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Senza il rumore del nostro tempo, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E il suo spavento di tuono, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E in qualche modo, io non so come, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Ma, in qualche modo, io ci sono</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Perché lo senti dove si tocca </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Questo mio corpo col tuo </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Perché l'amore è una metamorfosi </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Dalla tua luce al mio buio, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E poi la senti la nostra radio </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Che parla sempre di prigionieri </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>di giorni stanchi, pieni di sassi </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>di giorni tutti come ieri... </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>dura un minuto, dura una vita </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Ma ogni minuto è importante </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Perché l'amore è la metamorfosi </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>di un dio malconcio in amante </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Che ti disegna sopra l'abisso </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Senza un contorno di luna. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Il nostro amore è una metamorfosi, </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>E non so più se sono una donna </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Oppure un uomo nella tua mano </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Ma in qualche modo, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Quando ci amiamo, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>In qualche modo cambiamo.</i></span></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-77198354226540617742011-08-11T16:22:00.000+02:002011-08-11T16:22:05.193+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cc0000; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Odi, l'oscurità suona</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">girandoa ttorno al nostro fuoco.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Spogliati</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJab0FrTUEUsjH_q3jQoNF7-6CDfDZe69ylFbAxYSz-QiW_ItOECegk8hR6MSHKtZnbhzqEQJLUQ_pK-yLmtQIyezMcpxWF883Takyxlmr9GUG1bADpEOgYpb6_N8P2Oh6W-T48UPVy0/s1600/img032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJab0FrTUEUsjH_q3jQoNF7-6CDfDZe69ylFbAxYSz-QiW_ItOECegk8hR6MSHKtZnbhzqEQJLUQ_pK-yLmtQIyezMcpxWF883Takyxlmr9GUG1bADpEOgYpb6_N8P2Oh6W-T48UPVy0/s320/img032.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le tue spalle, la tua gola segnata!</div><div style="text-align: center;">i tuoi seni, la tua nudità!</div><div style="text-align: center;">La tua veste di fiamma!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'oscurità s'alza a volo e si tuffa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La luce del fuoco precipita e salta</div><div style="text-align: center;">dai tuoi piedi alle labbra!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-28350231604666879902011-08-08T15:54:00.000+02:002011-08-08T15:54:40.049+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei...</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei il mio desiderio più disperato</i></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoIVMDHStfaLeODojENNmQu34cNNZR4xvbV6vHelkxdHhKxrFBsyXxrhyjunUZqwIJr9Ft3WH0voM6cPqrUJDtdmSl08D0bWyHjzsi3mbmphWTNjkGZBeN1fqoG4YhyphenhyphenOa0NAdySXCeh8/s1600/bacio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoIVMDHStfaLeODojENNmQu34cNNZR4xvbV6vHelkxdHhKxrFBsyXxrhyjunUZqwIJr9Ft3WH0voM6cPqrUJDtdmSl08D0bWyHjzsi3mbmphWTNjkGZBeN1fqoG4YhyphenhyphenOa0NAdySXCeh8/s320/bacio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>E il suo unico appagamento…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei il fuoco che mi fa ardere di piacere</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>E l’acqua che accende poi il tormento…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei il ghiacchio che mi brucia</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>E il calore del mio risorgimento…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei l’inizio e la fine</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei la vita e la morte</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>La luce della nostra alba</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Le tenebre della mia notte…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei tutto quello che mi manca</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>E tutto quello di cui ho bisogno…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei la realtà trasfigurata</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Che si confonde con il sogno…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei l’unico incastro possibile</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Il pezzo mancante di un puzzle incompleto…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei distante come stella</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei vicino, proprio qui dietro</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei pugno e sei carezza</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei bora e sei brezza…</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Sei il mio più atroce dubbio</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><i>Eppure la mia unica certezza…</i></span></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-52171254851225703222011-08-04T19:08:00.000+02:002011-08-04T19:08:25.235+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><b>COSA SEI </b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmWMvimweX9iZ8EPxZ_nJEgmyOEg-SN_c48M2QuWsD_oOd16_Pb-Xec304GeBCj3GQiD5_OzI5yZx75WemHgN5TZvXpxEW-xdvgT0t4vMvTGBjvf5BxCg2eiu2OOAyqEm6_1x6IAkmGY/s1600/bacio+di+sole.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmWMvimweX9iZ8EPxZ_nJEgmyOEg-SN_c48M2QuWsD_oOd16_Pb-Xec304GeBCj3GQiD5_OzI5yZx75WemHgN5TZvXpxEW-xdvgT0t4vMvTGBjvf5BxCg2eiu2OOAyqEm6_1x6IAkmGY/s320/bacio+di+sole.gif" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">perpetua</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">immortale</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">al trasformarsi dei minuti in ore.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Sei appena svanita</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">nel buio della notte</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">eppure sei presente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">in ogni immagine</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">di questa stanza</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">vuota.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Il tuo profumo aleggia</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">con indifferente superiorità</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">tra i ritagli</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">strappati al destino</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">dal mio inutile</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">arrancare nel sonno.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Non c’è spazio oltre uno specchio</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">che valga la pena inseguire</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">se non per riscoprire</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">se stessi.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Dovunque vaghi il tuo pensiero</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">io sono lì,</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">come le note flebili</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">di un pianoforte scordato</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">abbandonato</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">sul fondo di un mare</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">burrascoso</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">che continua a suonare</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">la sua melodia.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Cosa ti spinge a donarmi tanto?</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Quale luce accarezza</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">le tue sinapsi confuse?</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Da dove trai la tua suprema</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">ed incancellabile</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">capacità di amarmi?</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Solo un dubbio resta</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">in mia compagnia:</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Se non sapessi amarti?</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Forse il tempo</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">ci sarà d’ausilio.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Intanto colmerò</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">la tua assenza</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">abbandonandomi</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">al mio ultimo ricordo</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">di noi.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">E domani sarai ancora più bella</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">di come ti ho riconosciuta</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">in questa sera</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">di reciproca</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">passione.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Fulgido mattino</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">torna presto</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">non sopporto l’attesa</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3feUh_FgB8SYvb_GLIN0hoHvkSVY_5sD4vhZpQlC_FI825iJzL1sk8zA0U7KNQMCiIIHTiUP_c7St9qrqQFwU5EbIJaljp3c6oaxwk_f4rrIen261wvzCw2qgtH3VjMYXNxaIB5pYDw/s1600/12979962_9241_12381212_9232_il_bacio_by_stephvicious_h162434_h095304_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3feUh_FgB8SYvb_GLIN0hoHvkSVY_5sD4vhZpQlC_FI825iJzL1sk8zA0U7KNQMCiIIHTiUP_c7St9qrqQFwU5EbIJaljp3c6oaxwk_f4rrIen261wvzCw2qgtH3VjMYXNxaIB5pYDw/s320/12979962_9241_12381212_9232_il_bacio_by_stephvicious_h162434_h095304_l.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">di una verità</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">ancora acerba.</span></i></b></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-50149097412274177682011-08-04T18:55:00.000+02:002011-08-04T18:55:40.163+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeZSoPD20tr-zTkOUDCrBYVULI8_K0UhmDXx-0HQ60ESIh3p36hVqISUUSoDI4gHVbQlOad-IvLjUt46rr4p_o394GK0lhKZfGNTaSptH_Ci-iNqmPUSYnlxIGdRAAlxgnN79Hztx-co/s1600/282585_246997845329322_192862244076216_929464_2089647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeZSoPD20tr-zTkOUDCrBYVULI8_K0UhmDXx-0HQ60ESIh3p36hVqISUUSoDI4gHVbQlOad-IvLjUt46rr4p_o394GK0lhKZfGNTaSptH_Ci-iNqmPUSYnlxIGdRAAlxgnN79Hztx-co/s320/282585_246997845329322_192862244076216_929464_2089647_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Una luce soffusa<br />
accompagna<br />
il mio silenzio....<br />
i miei pensieri....<br />
i miei desideri....<br />
la mia debolezza<br />
quando mi passi<br />
dentro l'anima.....<br />
un nuovo peccato<br />
accarezzo su questa<br />
pelle mia....<br />
un'altro peccato<br />
da corservare tra i<br />
respiri del cuore...<br />
tra le lenzuola<br />
dell'anima...<br />
il mio peccato</span></i></b></span></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-35084849203133343952011-08-04T18:53:00.000+02:002011-08-04T18:53:15.784+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnwV7KRe9n9O6YtyZC7piFxjK5EM6mwZuEBd8yibinLnVJthRPcyQ5o1xIGYqQFycTlax4zH_OaoMHBMGNKzQEu5yX8p9e7H3MR8Q1mfZwmCo3ZH1Q2oSC-CtQk1XfCSQydcP7dGzaqo/s1600/285388_184484434949749_176678239063702_514732_5484872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnwV7KRe9n9O6YtyZC7piFxjK5EM6mwZuEBd8yibinLnVJthRPcyQ5o1xIGYqQFycTlax4zH_OaoMHBMGNKzQEu5yX8p9e7H3MR8Q1mfZwmCo3ZH1Q2oSC-CtQk1XfCSQydcP7dGzaqo/s320/285388_184484434949749_176678239063702_514732_5484872_n.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-size: large;"><b>NOI...</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>l'amore e quell'estasi creativa che sappiamo creare solo noi..... e poi quando il piacere sublime esplode e ci travolge.... noi, amore ci perdiamo.... e l’attimo esatto in cui abbiamo la percezione che la vita sia tutta qui da noi......emozioni, cuori impazziti..... e ci abbracciamo e ci confondiamo..... i quei sensi, in quelle emozioni che vanno oltre..... noi, l’amore, il disordine, la passione.... la voglia.... il desiderio..... e cerco di notte in ogni stella un tuo riflesso.... in quelle notte..in cui </i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>non sei con me</i></span></span></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-44958644943378854152011-07-09T17:27:00.002+02:002011-07-09T17:27:47.041+02:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>GRAZIE A TUTTI I LETTORI PER LE 10.000 VISITE AL BLOG</b></span>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-60343608406165969382011-07-09T08:12:00.000+02:002011-07-09T08:12:50.090+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLWaTZyLzrkLkEdCkg6ydnH3pIOUuVOKPHcVuUxlwa4B4P7LJymBkK4yysix_ECvXQFOvU-x9l-WB477LqiV9DjrjgCrEZtWFaPQ1UoIHirXS1E8p1VTHhaKC0tLwnlKeikrEu8rPv0I/s1600/45608024.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLWaTZyLzrkLkEdCkg6ydnH3pIOUuVOKPHcVuUxlwa4B4P7LJymBkK4yysix_ECvXQFOvU-x9l-WB477LqiV9DjrjgCrEZtWFaPQ1UoIHirXS1E8p1VTHhaKC0tLwnlKeikrEu8rPv0I/s320/45608024.gif" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>L'emozioni non hanno misure...</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>non hanno confini...non hanno tempo... </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>lasciano soltanto spazio all'incontrollabile voglia di stupirti...di tenerti compagnia...di renderti felice... </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>L'animo dell' uomo è una giungla di sentimenti... </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>rimorsi...tormenti...rimpianti...emozioni </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>la passione del bello </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>il desiderio del possesso </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>l'incanto del silenzio. </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>La rassegnazione alla sofferenza </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>la solitudine interiore </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>la paura di esprimersi. </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>Il bisogno di affetto </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>il bisogno di calore umano </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>il bisogno di amare...di sentirsi amati </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>il bisogno di vivere emozioni </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"><em>e di annullarsi in essi"</em></span></span>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-54567935851058829942011-07-09T07:55:00.000+02:002011-07-09T07:55:30.865+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGmvisgvpFRSuDqokYDbje__y6WAFtS3wizHc0WWMKMz8xIHip9DjYY1V-hSZ1jNJo8Tqk590nDvWriFkwsoXKfqd0-xE1vOAeO31KJ9WXlMrJtL5DG57G0o7ExzXuCTI7oII6vqL7q0/s1600/Figura+10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGmvisgvpFRSuDqokYDbje__y6WAFtS3wizHc0WWMKMz8xIHip9DjYY1V-hSZ1jNJo8Tqk590nDvWriFkwsoXKfqd0-xE1vOAeO31KJ9WXlMrJtL5DG57G0o7ExzXuCTI7oII6vqL7q0/s320/Figura+10.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Tu anima, hai il sapore che impregna il dolce desio di appartenersi, e verrà il tempo in cui sarà. Quel tempo in cui il susseguirsi delle stagioni alternano sogni e realtà. Percepiamoci e possediamoci con dolce profusione d'amore, senza onta e umiliazioni, e se pur distratti ci ritroveremo lì, ad ogni alba e tramonto, sarai sempre l'amore che sei perché nell'anima e con l'anima ci apparterremo, e nel tempo che verrà , la speranza di poterci fermare anche per pochi magici attimi per scrutarci e guardare come in uno specchio la nostra stessa anima fusa in un solo corpo, e di un canto antico ti presenterai, attenta ed immortale anche se adesso sei assente nel corpo, è nella tentazione che in un angolo di sospesa vitalità tu, con lo sguardo rivolto a noi, tu, oceano di seduzione, mi porgerai lo sguardo in quell'infinito, verso il mio infinito, richiamando a noi quella folata d'imperioso vento che ci trasporta nell'amplesso intreccio di dolci desii, tra sogni e realtà. Tu anima, hai il sapore che impregna il dolce desio di appartenersi, e verrà il tempo in cui sarà. Quel tempo in cui il susseguirsi delle stagioni alternano sogni e realtà. Percepiamoci e possediamoci con dolce profusione d'amore, senza onta e umiliazioni, e se pur distratti ci ritroveremo lì, ad ogni alba e tramonto, sarai sempre l'amore che sei perché nell'anima e con l'anima ci apparterremo, e nel tempo che verrà , la speranza di poterci fermare anche per pochi magici attimi per scrutarci e guardare come in uno specchio la nostra stessa anima fusa in un solo corpo, e di un canto antico ti presenterai, attenta ed immortale anche se adesso sei assente nel corpo, è nella tentazione che in un angolo di sospesa vitalità tu, con lo sguardo rivolto a noi, tu, oceano di seduzione, mi porgerai lo sguardo in quell'infinito, verso il mio infinito, richiamando a noi quella folata d'imperioso vento che ci trasporta nell'amplesso intreccio di dolci desii, tra sogni e realtà. Ma pur vigile è il nostro sguardo a difendere la trasparenza e la purezza che a te solo appartiene ed a chi suo scudiero immacolata detiene la tua bellezza, in quella dolce sintonia che ci ridona il sapore, i profumi, la gioia, la pienezza di noi stessi, del nostro vivere, e nonché di chi per noi vive le emozioni e le essenze di un oasi che altro è che questa nostra oasi. Lei ci dona in ogni attimo momenti inaspettati dell'anima.... è il desiderio del nostro essere....io e te, nell'anima amore mio, pensaci in questo momento possiamo toccarci, respirarci come non mai il nostro spirito abbia fatto, poggia la tua mano destra sul tuo cuore, io lo sto facendo perché in queste poche righe è l'intenso profumo di un amore che vivrà in eterno ed ogni attimo della nostra vita, un dolce sorriso sulle nostre labbra griderà a tutti un nostro abbraccio, un nostro intenso bacio il cui sapore è solo nostro "ti amo amore mio" le nostre anime or sono più luminose e radiose perché consce che l'amore nella sua essenza esiste senza ombra di dubbio.Ma pur vigile è il nostro sguardo a difendere la trasparenza e la purezza che a te solo appartiene ed a chi suo scudiero immacolata detiene la tua bellezza, in quella dolce sintonia che ci ridona il sapore, i profumi, la gioia, la pienezza di noi stessi, del nostro vivere, e nonché di chi per noi vive le emozioni e le essenze di un oasi che altro è che questa nostra oasi. Lei ci dona in ogni attimo momenti inaspettati dell'anima.... è il desiderio del nostro essere....io e te, nell'anima amore mio, pensaci in questo momento possiamo toccarci, respirarci come non mai il nostro spirito abbia fatto, poggia la tua mano destra sul tuo cuore, io lo sto facendo perché in queste poche righe è l'intenso profumo di un amore che vivrà in eterno ed ogni attimo della nostra vita, un dolce sorriso sulle nostre labbra griderà a tutti un nostro abbraccio, un nostro intenso bacio il cui sapore è solo nostro "ti amo amore mio" le nostre anime or sono più luminose e radiose perché consce che l'amore nella sua essenza esiste senza ombra di dubbio.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHur9UzsUmcWy36RIxKwZ5pv13gDuDw6pyJSuM3CXN4ebVf8CB2EQsnfVx8lgCzKPbOAjvry3G6jA4K2jS8bAH0IaskRlnRQzUj0kMi_kMVJuBuzOBa_COvayHrXA16xPqNrEr-sIj37U/s1600/0145201229561120xh6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHur9UzsUmcWy36RIxKwZ5pv13gDuDw6pyJSuM3CXN4ebVf8CB2EQsnfVx8lgCzKPbOAjvry3G6jA4K2jS8bAH0IaskRlnRQzUj0kMi_kMVJuBuzOBa_COvayHrXA16xPqNrEr-sIj37U/s320/0145201229561120xh6.jpg" width="299" /></a></i></div><a name='more'></a>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-33960055104558381452011-07-04T23:02:00.000+02:002011-07-04T23:02:43.287+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmL-74pTa8hg-ylXhRltUaPTy0nMEJWXgHyt2YlG76GQadTVpG6odRYwA1zSAMBc_9on73HsHaVNVaRQXtzZTHhqvmTh1oHTRiLf4-0Rndc_D6cPQQF6qY2Vf46pIRNcGG3dmuHvO0EI/s1600/21258358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmL-74pTa8hg-ylXhRltUaPTy0nMEJWXgHyt2YlG76GQadTVpG6odRYwA1zSAMBc_9on73HsHaVNVaRQXtzZTHhqvmTh1oHTRiLf4-0Rndc_D6cPQQF6qY2Vf46pIRNcGG3dmuHvO0EI/s320/21258358.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>a passione che emani</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>fa tremare le mie mani</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>come un'onda mi travolge</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>il mio essere sconvolge</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>cupido la sua freccia ha scoccato</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>inesorabilmente il mio cuore ha centrato</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>ti guardo e ti ammiro</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>vivo nel tuo respiro</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>il mio corpo vibra intenso</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>fantasticando quell'immenso</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>nel tuo mare mi voglio tuffare</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>nel tuo essere desidero affogare</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>corpo su corpo pelle contro pelle</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>viaggeremo insieme in un mondo ribelle</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>i nostri sensi si sveglieranno selvaggi</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>saranno fremiti e non miraggi</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>le nostre mani cercheranno il piacere</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>le nostre labbra ci faranno godere</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>Amor mi...la passione che emani</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>mi fa sognare un altro domani</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDBZJA4De2MmL94BAk3YktvYRbECPj8US2E_04wGnlCl5IYIfvqrFUmkJhYBRhxFnHVLAZpiJyEfbqz-ZOGpyhhEuDesWTAb0EyupW0M-VQrwE77Du5i1ashnNQlMIeI8YoSnJgK0Mf0/s1600/big10558518807353716617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDBZJA4De2MmL94BAk3YktvYRbECPj8US2E_04wGnlCl5IYIfvqrFUmkJhYBRhxFnHVLAZpiJyEfbqz-ZOGpyhhEuDesWTAb0EyupW0M-VQrwE77Du5i1ashnNQlMIeI8YoSnJgK0Mf0/s320/big10558518807353716617.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-82909377149836478392011-07-04T22:50:00.000+02:002011-07-04T22:50:32.002+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br />
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5hfqooVrSAYGaLzYqtUqgSkPSUz2cKud7hNglF-rTS_Mu6t95NYGf7yHN6QKe5YGtLTS6O8jCEqXzsnV_6XaSNMYJOkVrD19znBEfQmzETIwgUdgZgPbOblXfEH8J2Hdca6iCnN9oRM/s1600/15104519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5hfqooVrSAYGaLzYqtUqgSkPSUz2cKud7hNglF-rTS_Mu6t95NYGf7yHN6QKe5YGtLTS6O8jCEqXzsnV_6XaSNMYJOkVrD19znBEfQmzETIwgUdgZgPbOblXfEH8J2Hdca6iCnN9oRM/s320/15104519.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>In simbiosi i nostri corpi si uniscono<br />
fantasie reciproche li fondono<br />
<br />
movimenti lenti di pelle contro pelle<br />
generano fremiti di un desiderio ribelle<br />
<br />
mani che il piacere cercano<br />
dita che il calore esplorano<br />
<br />
improvvise esplodono le fantasie<br />
scatenano proibite eresie</i></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>è un continuo contorcersi<br />
un infinito avvolgersi<br />
<br />
il tempo si ferma impotente<br />
si arrende al volere della mente<br />
<br />
gli odori si mescolano<br />
i sapori si mischiano<br />
<br />
emozioni che soavi si generano<br />
sensazioni che sublimi si librano<br />
<br />
In simbiosi i nostri corpi si intrecciano<br />
guidati dall'eros i nostri esseri giacciono</i></span></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div class="hack" style="clear: both; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 1px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-48324292637434832492011-07-04T22:44:00.000+02:002011-07-04T22:44:36.507+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZ4BIUWtlooGD7UXXTMeyWcNCl7Ot3GhJzbfLuTk6RutS1aw4kAqgxuf6bDzMX6vTov6XYDnR8QwNrGkc6UTukScTzSYLrYiFl_Q95OBPlEOtkElU-HltrMXyF1Zm5Xe_IVsj9e3kd24/s1600/donna-sola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZ4BIUWtlooGD7UXXTMeyWcNCl7Ot3GhJzbfLuTk6RutS1aw4kAqgxuf6bDzMX6vTov6XYDnR8QwNrGkc6UTukScTzSYLrYiFl_Q95OBPlEOtkElU-HltrMXyF1Zm5Xe_IVsj9e3kd24/s320/donna-sola.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">T<b>i ritrovi su un lenzuolo di seta<br />
l'anima tua sembra smarrita<br />
<br />
deliziata dai colori della perversione<br />
viziata dai profumi dell'eccitazione<br />
<br />
sguardo assente fantasia errante<br />
ti perdi nei meandri della mente<br />
<br />
occhi intensi fissano profondi<br />
perimetri immensi e astratti orizzonti<br />
<br />
senti la pelle vibrare estasiata<br />
la tua essenza è stata domata<br />
<br />
ti lasci trasportare seguendo il peccato<br />
assapori il gusto del frutto proibito<br />
<br />
i tuoi seni son turgidi di passione<br />
desiderano il tocco della trasgressione<br />
<br />
deliziata il tuo essere lasci andare<br />
tra le onde dell'eros lo lasci vagare</b></span></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-55668616300641808232011-06-29T16:25:00.000+02:002011-06-29T16:25:18.807+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wjYOxrLuKPWPMvM2Slf86qDCjOVctErszQ2ubbkTD1mmH_BVnDpQOmQssBOpPgs3OrMSNjh8vjH4MjDMeu0YmzbSZheJ7XKRIMyDO6a0FIqE9Ax6NUhX3CLNYftXKyqVwg4VyQq2Lqg/s1600/caa053d1a26b4364c420d743f452c761.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wjYOxrLuKPWPMvM2Slf86qDCjOVctErszQ2ubbkTD1mmH_BVnDpQOmQssBOpPgs3OrMSNjh8vjH4MjDMeu0YmzbSZheJ7XKRIMyDO6a0FIqE9Ax6NUhX3CLNYftXKyqVwg4VyQq2Lqg/s320/caa053d1a26b4364c420d743f452c761.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;">G<b>uardo il sole sfiorare le onde</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>come bocca assetata di umidità.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>Le gocce che spruzzano sulla pelle</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>bagnano i pensieri e le voglie.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>Affondare</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>dentro</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>fino in fondo all'anima</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>di occhi che mi guardano.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>Affondare</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>dentro</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>fino in fondo alla carne</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>di un cuore che mi vuole.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255) !important; font-family: Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'courier new', courier;"><span style="color: red;"><span class="ske03" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;"><b>Estasi e passione</b></span></span></span></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-89694674974695314812011-06-29T16:20:00.000+02:002011-06-29T16:20:13.908+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000006; font-family: Trebuchet; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i></i></span></b></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Nutro il tuo piacere nella notte</span></span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">aspettando che si svegli</span></span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff237/lucrezia_02/baciobellissimo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff237/lucrezia_02/baciobellissimo.gif" width="320" /></a></i></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">di voglia e gemiti,</span></span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">fatti bere e dissetami.</span></span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">nutro il tuo corpo di altra carne</span></span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">indugiando nel<span> </span></span>cammino</span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">che porta all’estasi,</span></span></span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0.8em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 6) !important; font-family: Trebuchet !important; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="ske03" style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">fatti mangiare e sfamami.</span></span></span></i></span></b></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-50659869270107770542011-06-29T16:15:00.000+02:002011-06-29T16:15:34.709+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px;"><b>Oltre le Fiamma<br />
si staglia la mia Aura<br />
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Come un Bagliore sordo<br />
nell'oscurità<br />
annego il Desiderio<br />
che mi ha portato a Cercarti<br />
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Una Luce ora<br />
albeggia trafiggendo la Notte<br />
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Non più una maschera<br />
ma due occhi<br />
e un Cuore</b></span></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-10433552783066304292011-06-18T12:26:00.000+02:002011-06-18T12:26:16.971+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"></span><br />
<div class="mceTemp"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrSPTxFpEbkUVMN4E85XDJ-Q5RdzUZlv7rswcCYjg9Lx-JwnbgBovZKsfBKIpspwAHHtpKbbXqj8NWBupvP5hvVsnU5vdkcEz5LwCHlznAmxnXOo7TlJ4B2vBmfkZ4EXeywyC1Ld2jEw/s1600/donna-schiena-g-225x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrSPTxFpEbkUVMN4E85XDJ-Q5RdzUZlv7rswcCYjg9Lx-JwnbgBovZKsfBKIpspwAHHtpKbbXqj8NWBupvP5hvVsnU5vdkcEz5LwCHlznAmxnXOo7TlJ4B2vBmfkZ4EXeywyC1Ld2jEw/s1600/donna-schiena-g-225x300.jpg" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">T</span>utto in pochi attimi.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>E’ il caos delle sensazioni, la follia della mente.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Pochi istanti occorrono a capire che Sei.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Siamo stati.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Ed ora Sono.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Non un’altra maschera, forse un’illusione.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Pari a un’utopia è frenarmi al cospetto del tuo essere per me quasi divino.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Non so dare adito a grandi paure tali da lasciar svanire l’idea di te.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Ti sento. Ti sento così vicina da non percepire la tua distanza.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Eppure scegli di essere lontana.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>Il turbinio di te non mi abbandona.</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>E nel turbinio di quel che sei,</i></b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><i>mi accorgo di essere vivo.</i></b></span></div></div><div class="postmetadata" style="clear: both; color: #555555; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ripenso il tuo sorriso, ed è per me un'acqua limpida </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>scorta per avventura tra le pietraie d'un greto, </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>esiguo specchio in cui guardi un'ellera e i suoi corimbi; </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>e su tutto l'abbraccio di un bianco cielo quieto. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Codesto è il mio ricordo; non saprei dire, o lontano, </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>se dal tuo volto si esprime libera un'anima ingenua, </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7tY_zlgDNjrkt8Gss5Vi5cJJmmBJWq6bIeE_scsRQ_NFvFH_LOArPg93VVXOqvC9BkRUKL9DtDTXMAaPr_88gGpB02ce4YllFjpPPi2PYsfyb5nteeAOylT2EatqEhqe9_kx5VZ8zow/s1600/amor01yh0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7tY_zlgDNjrkt8Gss5Vi5cJJmmBJWq6bIeE_scsRQ_NFvFH_LOArPg93VVXOqvC9BkRUKL9DtDTXMAaPr_88gGpB02ce4YllFjpPPi2PYsfyb5nteeAOylT2EatqEhqe9_kx5VZ8zow/s320/amor01yh0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>vero tu sei dei raminghi che il male del mondo estenua </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>e recano il loro soffrire con sé come un talismano. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ma questo posso dirti, che la tua pensata effigie </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>sommerge i crucci estrosi in un'ondata di calma, </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>e che il tuo aspetto s'insinua nella memoria grigia </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>schietto come la cima di una giovane palma... </b></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-24051644058369033702011-05-29T11:58:00.000+02:002011-05-29T11:58:03.977+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOcc3BK330ijb9tnep-uNViEQV-MCumWNV-hv0YSXQeFfaJmoxU50UzU28IqWWWRjD3YB5jZHHoaJ2hDLMCKye4soqQLxoo-II-iGqwPFOGZhnz5P98P7SfIuZOJkS8BsfX0tG-YO_P4/s1600/redrosebybasmvh9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOcc3BK330ijb9tnep-uNViEQV-MCumWNV-hv0YSXQeFfaJmoxU50UzU28IqWWWRjD3YB5jZHHoaJ2hDLMCKye4soqQLxoo-II-iGqwPFOGZhnz5P98P7SfIuZOJkS8BsfX0tG-YO_P4/s320/redrosebybasmvh9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ci sono tanti amori che ci attraversano una vita...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">eppure ogni volta....è sempre unico....e irripetibile...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ogni sapore è diverso...tutto assume un altra luce...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e la vita cambia....come cambia il ritmo del nostro cuore</span></b></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>Desideri che prendono forma</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>anche ad occhi aperti..</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>ma questo succede solo...</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>quando non siamo troppo lontani</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>dal cuore.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>abbiamo sempre mille pensieri..</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>mille problemi...</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>ma chissà perchè..</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>anche un solo pensiero felice..</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>cambia la nostra giornata.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>un giorno lessi...</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>" il mondo è di chi riesce ad osare.."</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>e credo che non si sia sbagliato.</i></span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1n-47uiDJGoyiyk3AhYEJdiuU2Y0LtY_EWYO6gizxVqlyv4Ymh9EVzWjimpTGiBeJeWmBWEkLwqg8WrQfdz1aaT3QtQV5xKWYtWHSkdCUn6Nda8f846fPy75GnBYnp2A9gMJezJjW0k/s1600/bacio+bello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1n-47uiDJGoyiyk3AhYEJdiuU2Y0LtY_EWYO6gizxVqlyv4Ymh9EVzWjimpTGiBeJeWmBWEkLwqg8WrQfdz1aaT3QtQV5xKWYtWHSkdCUn6Nda8f846fPy75GnBYnp2A9gMJezJjW0k/s320/bacio+bello.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>bella, questa sensazione...sentire qualcuno entrarti nel cuore...</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>farti camminare come se fossi su una nuvola...</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>sconvolgerti la mente solo a pensarla...</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>lasciare che le sue mani...sfiorino la tua anima..e tutto questo...</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>quando non l'aspettavi più....</i></span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Sentire ancora una volta...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">quanto può essere grande..</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">dentro di te, un amore...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">e poter dire...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Mi sei entrata nel cuore...</span></b></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>Quelle storie che nascono per magia...</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>e per qualche maledizione non riescono a tovare un loro spazio..</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>oppure i tempi non sono quellii giusti....</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>allora meglio aspettare...che buttare all'aria un pezzetto di vita..</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>si vive una volta sola..</i></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i></i></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i> La penombra ed il buio....dei nostri desideri...</i></span></b><br />
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</i></span></b></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-39590132642517255262011-05-22T11:41:00.001+02:002011-05-22T11:51:50.678+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i56.tinypic.com/qrapfm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/qrapfm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Passione</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"> </span></i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;">deriva dal latino “passio” che significa sofferenza.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;">Questo ad indicare che solitamente la passione è considerata un’esperienza umana più dolorosa che piacevole, in quanto la passione è un fuoco che il più delle volte divora e distrugge non solo la coppia, ma anche gli individui coinvolti.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;">Infatti quando questo fuoco divampa non si pensa piu’ nè a se stessi nè al proprio partner, ma solo a ricercare il piacere lasciandosi alle spalle solo cenere; non per altro le grandi passioni, quando terminano, lasciano un vuoto interiore enorme, tutto è distrutto e bruciato anche i ricordi dei momenti felici vissuti.</span></i></b></span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a763a9; font-size: 17px;"></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">non riguarderebbe solo l’interesse per il corpo dell’altro, ma le “vere” passioni hanno anche e soprattutto un coinvolgimento mentale: si vuole tutto dell’altro, quasi la vita stessa.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">L’oggetto della passione è di solito esclusivo e lo si vuole possedere per sempre; la passione diviene quasi un “incubo”, sia per chi la vive sia per chi la subisce.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Infatti la parola passione deriva anche dalla radice etimologica “passività’”.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Chi vive questo intenso trasporto emotivo, quindi, sarebbe come schiavo delle sue pulsioni e dei suoi desideri.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Si pensa che il passionale spesso viva in una situazione estrema: il piacere sessuale, la gioia, il dolore, tutto è vissuto in modo estremo, irrazionale e quasi istintuale.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Addirittura nell’atto sessuale c’è quasi la volontà di incorporare l’altro, in un intenso momento di fusione, il piacere si sviluppa dall’istinto non controllato.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Si dice che le grandi passioni non durino, infatti spesso questi rapporti terminano improvvisamente per motivi anche futili, e tragicamente quando la motivazione alla vita risiede solo nell’altro.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Nei casi meno drammatici le passioni terminano perché la tensione è talmente alta e la passione così insostenibile e dolorosa, che la sofferenza supera il piacere di stare con la propria “ossessione“.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Ma questo modo di descrivere la passione è solo la visione negativa di una società, come la nostra, appiattita dall’uniformità.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Oggi si favorisce la prudenza, la tranquillità, il controllo, mentre la passione è ribellione.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Nonostante la sessualità sia più libera, la passione amorosa è oggi considerata come irrazionale, perchè ubbidisce a un bisogno individuale, proiettando l’individuo fuori dalle regole morali, dall’ordine, dalla sottomissione ai doveri.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">va invece recuperata: è energia mentale pura, istintuale ma vitale,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">è crescita interiore nell’unione con un altro essere, è esperienza e scambio relazionale.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">La negatività della passione deriva solamente dalle costrizioni morali e sociali che le impediscono uno scorrere fluido.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Infatti per quale ragione invece di censurare la passionalità di una relazione non ci chiediamo perchè solo gli artisti e gli scienziati hanno il diritto di essere passionali?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Perchè la passione è indispensabile alla loro attività, è lo stimolo e la via per scoprire nuovi orizzonti.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;">Se essa è piacere, come è piacere l’eros, non può esserne esclusa, è quindi un’emozione che partendo dal corpo contribuisce soprattutto a farci stare bene.</span></span></i></span><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Una persona speciale</b></div></div><div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>quando trovi una persona speciale,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ti addormenti sapendo di sognarla</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>e ti svegli sperando di sentirla..</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>.sai che non la puoi vedere....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>sai che è lontana dai tuoi occhi,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ma non dai tuoi pensieri.....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>quando trovi una persona speciale</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>la tua vita cambia ma tu non te ne accorgi......</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>e ti è già entrata nel cuore....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>è troppo presto per chiamarlo amore,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>è troppo tardi per tornare indietro....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Quando una persona è speciale</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>qualcosa prende un colore diverso...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>il colore del mare....il profumo del vento....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>e tu, non puoi fare a meno di</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>pensarci....sai che non dovresti...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>sai che è un sogno impossibile....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ma hai voglia di sognare e non ti vuoi</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>svegliare.....non vuoi soffrire....</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blog.chatta.it/images/klardiluna/775E425C70555B52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="http://blog.chatta.it/images/klardiluna/775E425C70555B52.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>vuoi solo il verde dei suoi occhi.....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>quando una persona è speciale,sei troppo</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>felice di pensare e capire,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>che lui è una persona speciale </b></div></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-79105481118071270312011-05-10T16:21:00.000+02:002011-05-10T16:21:48.639+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"></div><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Ci siamo appena incontrati</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">in un luogo senza tempo…</span></em></strong><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0hxuUMBuY-SVpsIjy8QbcisWiG2wMm5EYRZDIOpU0d9dfEEkuqnbZxgycNGU0tu1742QoVPA951KHc5zb4X9mlIprED2eQK-iFaNf8bjTpbTTgiNEIHHx078sNeXcwNDHwI-48WnM7Y/s1600/sono-solo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0hxuUMBuY-SVpsIjy8QbcisWiG2wMm5EYRZDIOpU0d9dfEEkuqnbZxgycNGU0tu1742QoVPA951KHc5zb4X9mlIprED2eQK-iFaNf8bjTpbTTgiNEIHHx078sNeXcwNDHwI-48WnM7Y/s320/sono-solo.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><em><span style="color: red;">il nostro fiato si è intrecciato,</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">ho dipinto la tua bocca, i tuoi occhi,</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">la tua carne senza gusto…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">fatta solo di colori e profumi.</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Al palato, solo il calore della tua lingua…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">viscida e nevrotica…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">come serpe nella mia bocca</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">sei scesa giù… giù…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">…oltre me…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">…più giù…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">ad avvelenarmi l’anima, della tua essenza.</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Regina del peccato… mi guardavi…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">mentre la tua saliva, scorreva lieve e di fuoco</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">nelle mie vene…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">mentre il sangue si solidificava</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">in pietruzze di desiderio… trasformandomi</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_FtaukAR0juAM7ZcdQqsQBqv4GLs94BsBJ7xn2z7R5qVw_oyv14NfyzjoOZ-JF3w8d0a1BzU4sw9oDC00YH7S3DFzS5QM8GaiAvHr0e2jjl1z1lix1O6H3VVILfM7SZf1OPd4RG74_Q/s1600/roberto-ferri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_FtaukAR0juAM7ZcdQqsQBqv4GLs94BsBJ7xn2z7R5qVw_oyv14NfyzjoOZ-JF3w8d0a1BzU4sw9oDC00YH7S3DFzS5QM8GaiAvHr0e2jjl1z1lix1O6H3VVILfM7SZf1OPd4RG74_Q/s320/roberto-ferri.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">in sussulti che ondeggiavano selvaggi sul mio corpo</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">e sentivo il respiro delle tue mani…</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">mentre la carne urlava di spasmi proibiti,</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">vestiti da sfumature di oblìo;</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">mentre desideravo…una sola goccia di veleno</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">un altra goccia… e poi un altra</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">…ancora…</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="color: red;">drogato d’estasi</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">…rimango immobile…</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">sul sentiero incantato di un sogno…</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">senza tempo,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: red;">nel luogo del peccato.</span></em></strong><br />
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<em><span style="color: red;"></span></em></strong></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-67259632367109694922011-05-10T16:10:00.000+02:002011-05-10T16:10:00.724+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1usMw-wvaJYIh5ziqjqpay8H_PSNwuPOsCZNc3_LhHmw5g3O7O_jmma_2_U4dNk8Rthpq4xjVv31EwktpCrgbB50mr40GA1vioBOLmkQzEXjVzAlRq8XZguPMZs3utDjyBruveG1sEo/s1600/un-bacio-c3a8-poesia-di-carmine-ferrante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1usMw-wvaJYIh5ziqjqpay8H_PSNwuPOsCZNc3_LhHmw5g3O7O_jmma_2_U4dNk8Rthpq4xjVv31EwktpCrgbB50mr40GA1vioBOLmkQzEXjVzAlRq8XZguPMZs3utDjyBruveG1sEo/s320/un-bacio-c3a8-poesia-di-carmine-ferrante.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">In Silenzio…</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">cerco il tuo volto</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">la forma dei tuoi seni</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ma scorgo appena il calvario di questa notte</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">con gli occhi bendati di buio</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">tra le dita confuse, ritratte,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">che cercano svelte la tua bocca.</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Ho imparato a cercarti nelle notti stanche</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho imparato ad ascoltare i battiti del tuo cuore</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho imparato a seguire i profumi della tua anima</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho sentito la tua bocca respirarmi nei polmoni</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho sentito la tua presenza oltre le parole</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho sentito la tua solitudine oltre il cielo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho aspettato i tuoi sospiri</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">per poter respirare,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">per Amarti sotto lo stesso vento</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">in intrecci di fiamme</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">dei corpi dentro all’anima.</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Ma ora ho fretta</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">voglio fuggire e perdermi</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">nelle ombre di questa notte.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Ho fretta!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Non posso aspettare la luna</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ho voglia di perdermi</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">qui…dove sono,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">proprio qui…</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">a scorrere le mie mani</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">e domare il tuo respiro affannato.</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Voglio diventare io stesso questa tua notte.</span></strong><br />
<strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Sapermi di universo fatto d’aria</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">e ad ogni tuo singolo respiro…</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">subdolo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">insinuarmi dentro… di Te!</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span></strong></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-33266286826399704112011-05-05T19:46:00.000+02:002011-05-05T19:46:22.776+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PTM8x7lFiEt9z2rKTvmup9ShdavJb9YqsgINWFM_q3EAbrvFiQqu5OVl0Z7MdGPoi7LTORhMdgpkkuodY1p4oVh8k6lJHquRy0jCp1QLg3A1yr8b2Px_cLRViixkcsloGdkXmG_Bwnw/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PTM8x7lFiEt9z2rKTvmup9ShdavJb9YqsgINWFM_q3EAbrvFiQqu5OVl0Z7MdGPoi7LTORhMdgpkkuodY1p4oVh8k6lJHquRy0jCp1QLg3A1yr8b2Px_cLRViixkcsloGdkXmG_Bwnw/s320/1.bmp" width="292" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Vieni, mia Donna, vieni mio vigore sfida di ogni riposo, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>finché mi affanno resterò in affanno. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Spesso il nemico avendo il suo nemico in vista </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>dalla sola presenza vien fiaccato, anche se non combatte. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Getta pur quel cinto che splende simile allo Zodiaco, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>ma che nasconde al mio sguardo un mondo assai più bello. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Togli gli spilli dal pettorale cosparso di lustrini, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>così che gli occhi dei maliziosi vi si possono fermare. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Slacciati, perché quell'accordo armonioso </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>mi dice di esser già l'ora di recarsi a letto. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Via quel busto felice, che invidio, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>perché può starti così stretto. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>E via la gonna che svela una tanto bella condizione, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>come quando dai campi fioriti l'ombra dei colli si fugge. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Via il diadema tenace, ed esso mostri </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>il diadema fluente dei capelli che da te si leva: </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>e ora via quelle scarpe, posa il tuo piede libero </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>in questo sacro tempio dell'amore, su questo soffice letto. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>In vesti così bianche che gli Angeli del cielo erano soliti </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>essere accolti dagli uomini; Angelo, conduci insieme a te </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>un cielo simile al Paradiso di Maometto; e sebbene </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>cattivi spiriti biancovestiti passino, noi facilmente riconosciamo </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>questi Angeli da uno spirito malvagio, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>quelli rizzano i nostri capelli, ma questi ci rizzano la carne. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
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<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Dona licenza alle mie mani erranti, lasciale andare </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>avanti e indietro, in mezzo, sopra e sotto. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Oh mia America! Mia nuova terra scoperta, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>mio regno, più sicuro se solo un uomo lo domina, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>miniera di pietre preziose, mio Impero, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>come sono benedetto in questo mio scoprirti! </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Entrare in questi ceppi significa essere liberi; </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>dove metto la mia mano sarà il mio suggello. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
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<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Completa nudità! Tutte le gioie a te sono dovute, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>come le anime si separano dal corpo, così i corpi si devono spogliare </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>per gustare la gioia interamente. Le gemme che voi donne usate </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>sono come i miei dorati pomi d'Atlanta, davanti allo sguardo degli uomini, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>tali che quando l'occhio di uno stupido s'illumina a una gemma </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>la sua anima terrena non vuole la donna, ma vuole i suoi beni. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Come dipinti, o come gaie rilegature di libri </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>fatte per i profani, così sono le vesti delle donne; </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>in sè le donne sono libri mistici che solo noi, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>fatti degni della loro grazia, vediamo rivelati. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>E poiché io sono chiamato a conoscere tanto, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>liberamente mostrati come a una levatrice; </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>getta via tutto, si, getta i tuoi bianchi lini: </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>all'innocenza nessuna penitenza è mai dovuta. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
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<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Per insegnarti, per primo ecco son nudo; allora dunque, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>per coprirti che altro ti occorre più di un uomo?</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<em></em></strong></div></div>ilvinteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15322966154596204690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346816347512420459.post-7315499984266888742011-05-03T16:52:00.000+02:002011-05-03T16:52:13.445+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>Anche se non potessi..</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>mai vederti...</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>ti riconoscerei al contatto...</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>di una carezza. </em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>Anche se non potessi..</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>mai toccarti... </em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>basterebbe il profumo..</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>Ma anche se la vita.... </em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>mi abbandonasse...sarebbe..</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>la mia anima... </em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><em>a....riconoscerti..."</em></span></strong><br />
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