tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6275872573704843572011-04-21T10:44:19.246-07:0018:30 edizionihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03199310282953592004noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627587257370484357.post-50363934694565825862008-12-19T08:38:00.000-08:002009-02-19T04:08:00.760-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SUvOCTQNujI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wG_ffwhsYwE/s1600-h/cop+hecce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541526945380914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SUvOCTQNujI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wG_ffwhsYwE/s400/cop+hecce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">Hecce donna</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">di Annamaria Tornabene Burgio</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;">Dove abbiamo smarrito un sogno?<br /><br /></span><br />Dove abbiamo smarrito un sogno, amore?<br />Sui binari lucidi di una stazione inutile,<br />su campanili veri,<br />su profumi di stagione confuse,<br />sui gradini di un’infanzia con le scarpe rotte?<br /><br />Dove abbiamo smarrito un sogno, amore?<br />Sul miracolo di un pane da barattare<br />con un sorriso,<br />sull’eternità da spiare da una<br />finestra a petto,<br />sulle prime verità da mani sulle orecchie,<br />nello sguardo di lune perdute,<br />nel vento di vicoli ciechi,<br />sulle vette di giorni da scalare.<br /><br />Dove abbiamo smarrito un sogno,<br />amore?<br />Su aquiloni di cieli stracciati,<br />sul silenzio di un urlo,<br />cappa sull’ eterna domanda:<br />“dove abbiamo smarrito un sogno,<br />amore? dove?”<br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627587257370484357-5036393469456582586?l=poetags.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>18:30 edizionihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03199310282953592004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627587257370484357.post-78324403594275522092008-12-19T08:32:00.000-08:002009-02-19T04:08:47.555-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SUvM20xUXiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CTpwUlj2YhQ/s1600-h/cop+lacrime.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540230272540194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SUvM20xUXiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CTpwUlj2YhQ/s400/cop+lacrime.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">(di lacrime)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">poesie di Salvatore Scardina</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"># 6<br /><br /><br />nel silenzio, sotto la luna crescente<br />la vastità del mare<br />il vento della sera crea piccole ombre<br />e l’aria si profuma di salmastro<br />la notte allunga le sue braccia e avvolge con drappi neri </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">gli ultimi frammenti di luce<br />l’orizzonte si punteggia<br /><br />perduto<br />i miei occhi si riempiono (di lacrime)<br />e il passato arriva e tormenta il (mio) cuore<br />in silenzio nel buio ti rivedo<br /><br />mi avevi colmato il cuore di bellezza che io vivevo come fatto scontato<br />adesso, per una sola carezza, darei i miei occhi</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627587257370484357-7832440359427552209?l=poetags.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>18:30 edizionihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03199310282953592004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-627587257370484357.post-56126591261443183712008-09-14T11:37:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:36:03.646-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SM1bQjzqw4I/AAAAAAAAATw/HFlrUpOv2qk/s1600-h/Nuova+immagine+(4).png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245949481004483458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SM1bQjzqw4I/AAAAAAAAATw/HFlrUpOv2qk/s400/Nuova+immagine+(4).png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXWFHt_XIkg/SM1aIhixFgI/AAAAAAAAATo/cWJ3GDc0c4c/s1600-h/triglia.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">'a sfurtunata trigghia</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">poesie in dialetto siciliano di Lorenzo M. D'Acquisto</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">collana POETAGS</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Euro 2,00</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;">.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">‘Na matri ascutava seria la so figghia<br />ca runguliava essiri sfurtunata trigghia<br /><br />Havìa nasciùtu pi sorti r’idda naturali<br />‘nta lu funnu ri fangu e ci pareva mali.<br /><br />‘Mmiriava la cucina ri li scogghi<br />ca ri russu culuri havìa li spaddi<br /><br />vuleva essiri com’a chidda culurata<br />mentre ca idda pareva ‘na malata.<br /><br />‘A matri pi cunsularla ci ripitìa:<br />“Ognunu ‘nta lu mari havi la sò via,<br /><br />lu tò culuri chiaru e pagghiarinu<br />‘un è marvaggiu, anzi è propriu finu”.<br /><br />“ ‘Un mi piace sta pedde sculuruta<br />- chianceva la nica trigghia ‘nculurata –<br /><br />haju a stari comu ‘na vecchia attrivìta?<br />O mi la canciati o jeccu la me vita!”</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/627587257370484357-5612659126144318371?l=poetags.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>18:30 edizionihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03199310282953592004noreply@blogger.com0