tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72913049420740766072024-03-05T10:30:38.734+01:00Le parole di CrimaLa poesia di Cristina CiredduCristina Ciredduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08686782086222209434noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291304942074076607.post-24714276743454924832023-11-14T10:00:00.001+01:002023-11-14T10:00:00.137+01:00Gioia danzante<br /><br /><br /><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxwKw7ykJyhnFk13ld7awfJBpqLz16fQyoqnCiZTAhtLs_bmsBpzosrFmbfgjuBaIm20yKGZlcLLyTBxli7l1oF7G2kghKCMT8oKSG_Io1QNC4MUUGWi3ETMzjzWmIKwyWSm40oR_fKHb5y10UGw9Cs_VUD0Jl5vNK1-tktMesVP-ciZwRJfbKWzUYDw5/s1074/071.Brian%20Kershisnik%20Young%20Astronaut%20III.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Brian Kershisnik Young Astronaut III" border="0" data-original-height="1074" data-original-width="806" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxwKw7ykJyhnFk13ld7awfJBpqLz16fQyoqnCiZTAhtLs_bmsBpzosrFmbfgjuBaIm20yKGZlcLLyTBxli7l1oF7G2kghKCMT8oKSG_Io1QNC4MUUGWi3ETMzjzWmIKwyWSm40oR_fKHb5y10UGw9Cs_VUD0Jl5vNK1-tktMesVP-ciZwRJfbKWzUYDw5/w480-h640/071.Brian%20Kershisnik%20Young%20Astronaut%20III.jpg" title="Brian Kershisnik Young Astronaut III" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Brian Kershisnik, Young Astronaut III)</td></tr></tbody></table><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Suoni di dolce confusione </span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Congelano i miei pensieri ammirati.</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Tu piccola gioia danzante</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">M’incanti, mi rapisci d’ansia amata</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Mi sollevi da un sonno perduto</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Mi ammali come meriggi in fiore.</span></p><p class="x_p2" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br aria-hidden="true" /></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Vorrei poterti avvolgere </span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Per sempre dondolare </span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Averti accanto e</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Proteggere dal disincanto </span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Il tuo sorriso libero </span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; 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font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sei una sorpresa di sguardi azzurri </span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Grazia di scoperte allegre</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; 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font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">al suono d’un profumo</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Quelli che mi fanno cantare,</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; 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color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Tu cresci di innata bellezza</span></p><p class="x_p3" style="background-color: white; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="x_s2" color="inherit" style="border: 0px; 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<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpTQafa4ixcsBbdzt64KIptY1DUez1TBW7jiNwv_NeBX_fTmkmkZ674L45jf7XzsqhibH3TezPsw5dHHLESzNvT8dbHxoXtldglAn2yETVmAAjRk6zm0zbqtr5It68_A8OIWmiQBSMTVv4u04iE89Z1fCkYC6mhSOJtfvTWc91CXV5K-RSsEZodWVBGpi/s827/thumbnail_prima%20della%20tempesta%20low.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Vanna Lancini, Prima della tempesta" border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="827" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpTQafa4ixcsBbdzt64KIptY1DUez1TBW7jiNwv_NeBX_fTmkmkZ674L45jf7XzsqhibH3TezPsw5dHHLESzNvT8dbHxoXtldglAn2yETVmAAjRk6zm0zbqtr5It68_A8OIWmiQBSMTVv4u04iE89Z1fCkYC6mhSOJtfvTWc91CXV5K-RSsEZodWVBGpi/w640-h458/thumbnail_prima%20della%20tempesta%20low.jpg" title="Vanna Lancini, Prima della tempesta" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(<a href="https://vannalancini.com/" target="_blank">Vanna Lancini</a>, Prima della tempesta)</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Manchi </div><div>azzurro confuso col cielo </div><div>dolce carezza bianca e leggera, </div><div>sulla pelle nuda.</div><div>Un bacio salato, </div><div>saltato come un’onda gelata. </div><div>Guardo gli altri gelosa </div><div>ti godono sotto il sole </div><div>che se ne va, </div><div>rosso intorno</div><div>s’annega in te.</div><div>Mi domando se è giusto</div><div>volerti così tanto</div><div>tu, che sei di tutti </div><div>e di nessuno...</div><div>Che non sei altro</div><div>che un’idea romantica</div><div>che cela tutta la vita</div><div>e la tragedia </div><div>tra le acque tue blu.</div><div>Ma sei la mia infanta felicità</div><div>Ricordi velati l’estate</div><div>d’un sapore</div><div>sfuggente e appassionato.</div><div>Tu rimembri in me libertà</div><div>che non avevo</div><div>ma che anelo,</div><div>come tiepide sere odorose</div><div>d’acqua d’Angelo.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/"><div>A un passo dal passato</div><div>Uno sguardo indietro</div><div>Un sussurro nel vento</div><div>Una realtà molle</div><div>Una foto che racconta</div><div>Un sentimento folle.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nel burrone dei ricordi</div><div>Mi segue un’ombra</div><div>del possibile che non è.</div><div>Mi sono immersa</div><div>In un mare diverso</div><div>Così tante volte...</div><div>ricordo a malapena il sapore</div><div>di un sale agrodolce.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ora sono tra le mie acque</div><div>tranquille e calde</div><div>mentre sussurra da lontano,</div><div>mi chiama, timido</div><div>il ricordo delle vie mai percorse</div><div>sbiadite, stanche, erose.</div><div><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/">Eppure eccole ora chiare, qui:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/">inchiostro finto su schermo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/">le mie paure e dolci attese</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/">le mie ansie e punte sfumate.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/"><br /></span><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Licenza Creative Commons" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/80x15.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sono quel sussurro</div><div style="text-align: left;">portato via dal vento.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/"><br /></span></div>
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiut3vokBWWJisubSw7b-LBTbZAl18IzDlzkitgU6uLq9biQBH_KX4d35g8cpcZWM1ciYigaBBRz04hzzB7opN9kCJWu2JLIFVuAlgdVDyDoBOZAyw8B034qg2Smr2VzLm02cMaMvWupGgqeDYjmwlDrROehLAq-04vJW4TrPOZ-OAfrkq3e7qGkGlgxw=s708" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img alt="Rosabianca Cinquetti, Assenza - poesia Sono qui" border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="472" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiut3vokBWWJisubSw7b-LBTbZAl18IzDlzkitgU6uLq9biQBH_KX4d35g8cpcZWM1ciYigaBBRz04hzzB7opN9kCJWu2JLIFVuAlgdVDyDoBOZAyw8B034qg2Smr2VzLm02cMaMvWupGgqeDYjmwlDrROehLAq-04vJW4TrPOZ-OAfrkq3e7qGkGlgxw=w426-h640" title="Rosabianca Cinquetti, Assenza" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Rosabianca Cinquetti, Assenza)<br /><a href="http://www.rosabiancacinquetti.it">www.rosabiancacinquetti.it</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">S</span>ono qui<div>ma il mio cuore no<div>si getta tra le luci</div><div>di una frenetica corsa, divelta</div><div>affondata in un cielo di vaniglia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sono qui</div><div>ma il mio cuore no</div><div>si porta più in alto</div><div>sul cuspide che solletica</div><div>la cupola celeste.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sono ancora qui</div><div>a guardare le tende svolazzare</div><div>il respiro mi manca per fuggire</div><div>oltre il balcone di primule e viole.</div><div><br /></div><div>Già, io vorrei andare</div><div>volare sopra una città affogata</div><div>solo per vederla sinuosa</div><div>ancora e solo per me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ma sono qui</div><div>in una malinconica calma</div><div>guardando tetti che piangono</div><div>e si piegano verso di me.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Un eco di vento</div><div>Un riflesso di vetro</div>E io sono qui.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">🎵 <span style="color: #800180; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Z6G6HVHzSiGkJXayk3RCvEiH1eWUNvN0/view?usp=sharing" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ascolta la poesia</a></span></h4><div>(Music credit: <a href="https://icons8.com/music/track/lovely-time--1" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Icon8</a>)</div><div><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Licenza Creative Commons" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/80x15.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: 0px;" /></a><br />
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<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5G-du43_pab_pVfcGxnIqfhft-_D621rHzRcdxWpDeFNSz4xGIhWSaEAdw3Nw5Hc3zc0g7bP5YERA0LiUL10yl3MoX7jq7kNtBCiz90Ib1XTcO9XgK3EE6knpP7iDhv_GVJ1aGD9x5zG5BaXC4PpAUKjqnhJaoST2tRoLzWIap_UflN3K7T1R2w-zBw=s1280" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img alt="Dipinto Umberto Boccioni, La città che sale - poesia Giorni di sole" border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5G-du43_pab_pVfcGxnIqfhft-_D621rHzRcdxWpDeFNSz4xGIhWSaEAdw3Nw5Hc3zc0g7bP5YERA0LiUL10yl3MoX7jq7kNtBCiz90Ib1XTcO9XgK3EE6knpP7iDhv_GVJ1aGD9x5zG5BaXC4PpAUKjqnhJaoST2tRoLzWIap_UflN3K7T1R2w-zBw=w640-h426" title="Umberto Boccioni, La città che sale" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Umberto Boccioni, La città che sale)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>ono i giorni pieni di sole<br />
setacciati da una gabbia<br />
di cemento, vapori e ferro<br />
che ancora animano<div><div>le nostre vecchie, </div>
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moderne città.<br /><br /></div><div>
Il cielo, azzurro<br />
rivive pensieri dolci<br />
mangiati e dimenticati<br />
colori di serpente<br />
appiccicati ai muri<br />
delle case lontane.<br />
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Stanco e pietrificato<br />
lo sguardo cessa</div>
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di cercare.</div>
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Piedini nudi</div>
<div>avanzano fermi</div>
<div>nelle culle grandi</div>
<div>e odorando di pulito.</div>
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Si cacciano in gabbie</div>
<div>sempre più grandi</div>
<div>sempre più belle</div>
<div>e più ricche.</div>
<div>
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La nobiltà è perduta</div>
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nella pigrizia</div>
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nell'ozio vizioso</div>
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d'un giorno comune.</div>
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font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Non soffia verso di noi</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">la sua voce, neanche</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">la luce delle parole</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">ma solo, il suono stonato</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">di un circolo vizioso.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Impasta dentro di me</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">l’eco di una piccola poesia</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">tradotta in fretta</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">che parla di lui.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Un labirinto basso</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Bosso e spine</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">spingono i pensieri, giù.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Muri di sol cemento</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">S’ergono; non è pena.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">È una via d’uscita</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Per giochi di dramma.</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; color: #201f1e;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #201f1e;">Ehi, se fosse stato semplice</span><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; 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<font face="georgia" size="4"><span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>iamo padroni dei ricordi<br />
Sguardi catturati dal capriccio<br />
Di una pellicola che non c’è più.<br />
Restiamo sognanti<br />
Davanti alla diva in scala<br />
Di grigi argentei.</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font face="georgia" size="4"><br />
Siamo lontani, così tanto lontani<br />
Eppure attaccati<br />
A quelle ciglia che non si toccano<br />
A quelle palpebre che non si chiudono<br />
E più non si chiedono...<br />
<br />
Ci toglie il fiato<br />
Un’immagine profonda<br />
Un sospiro fermato<br />
In un attimo<br />
dolcemente eterno.<br />
Immobili ci dimentichiamo<br />
Della vecchiaia passata<br />
Dei destini scritti<br />
Dei sogni tutti<br />
Realizzati e infranti<br />
Immobili andiamo avanti<br />
Padroni dei ricordi.<br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>l tuo sorriso su quel bus<br />
È rimasto lì<br />
Attaccato a un’immagine<br />
Inconsistente e incoerente<br />
Verità assurda dei nostri tempi.<br />
Tu poeti, mia ispiratrice<br />
Da molto prima<br />Del mio primo sorriso<br />
Di rosee bambine.<br /><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gli spazi contratti<br />
Ripiegati sono<br />
Su loro stessi.<br />
La nostra carne sfuma<br />
S’ingrigisce<br />
Ma gocce salate<br />
S'uniscono<br />
Respirando insieme.<br /><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E io potrei scriverti ora<br />
E tu potresti leggermi ora<br />
Ma noi<br />
Non esistiamo.<br />
Ma noi<br />
Non esisteremo<br />
comunque mai.<br /><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le poesie si chiudono<br />
come campanule la sera<br />
E perdono senso<br />
E perdono la penna che le scriveva<br />
Eppure vivono</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E risuonano oltre.</span></span>
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<font face="georgia" size="4"><span style="font-size: x-large;">C</span>roste di paesaggi<br />
immensi<br />
bruciati dal calore<br />
e dal freddo.<br />
Scrostati dai secoli<br />
appena sopra i tuoi occhi<br />
stanno appesi.<br />
<br />
Conteggi di ore passate<br />
che producono giorni<br />
giacciono nel riflesso<br />
di una luna appena<br />
accennata<br />
in un cielo mobile.<br />
<br />
Note e immagini<br />
avvolgono un pezzo<br />
di anni bagnati.<br />
Giogo di giovani menti<br />
fredde, di ghiacci<br />
spenti in un cuore rovente.<br />
<br />
Rose nere sotto i tuoi piedi<br />
fumeggiano sopra il bavero<br />
del tuoi roseo cappotto.<br />
<br />
Ti lascerò andare<br />
a raccogliere spine spiegate.<br />
Ti lascerò andare<br />
nel rio verde che rimembra.</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font face="georgia" size="4"><br /></font>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">🎵 <a class="spreaker-player" data-autoplay="false" data-chapters-image="true" data-episode-image-position="right" data-height="200px" data-hide-comments="false" data-hide-download="true" data-hide-likes="false" data-hide-logo="false" data-hide-sharing="false" data-live-autoplay="false" data-playlist-continuous="false" data-playlist="false" data-resource="episode_id=35426707" data-theme="dark" data-width="100%" href="https://www.spreaker.com/episode/35426707">Ascolta "Poesia Le Parole di Crima - 157. Profumo di Rosa" su Spreaker.</a> <br />Music credit: <a href="https://icons8.com/music/author/dream-machine-1">Dream Machine</a></h3></div><div style="text-align: left;">
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<font face="georgia" size="4"><span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>pesso riappari<br />
tra gli sguardi confusi<br />
Una goccia asciutta<br />
Dolce rammento<br />
di un cuore stanco.<br />
Ogni tanto riappari<br />
E a cercarti sono io<br />
ossessiva, nei volti altrui.<br />
Scruto i loro lineamenti<br />
Così simili e così diversi<br />
Amara genetica<br />
di una cella stanca.<br />
Ogni tanto riappari<br />
E non te ne vai mai<br />
Così sciolto e amaro<br />
nei miei apparenti sorrisi.<br />
La vita cammina in avanti<br />
piegata sotto il cielo ceruleo.<br />
E lo sai, forse, anche tu.<br />
Oggi riappari, occhi chiusi<br />
tra le nuvole di pioggia.</font><br />
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C</span>onsidera questo<br />
momento di sola gloria<br />
azzurro ceruleo di memorie<br />
come ogni momento<br />
ora, e anche ora,<br />
e così via.<br />
<br />
La simultaneità dei destini<br />s’incrociano sotto steli<br />
accessi e offuscati<br />
da luci più moderne.<br />
È un attimo<br />
un incontro per sempre<br />
scivola via e con sé<br />
porta il senso d’agra solitudine<br />
per scioglierlo come ghiaccio<br />
sopra una mattina di sole.<br />
<br />
Vorrei inventare i silenzi<br />
tra una riga e l’altra<br />
una malinconia amica.<br />
Mi rivedo e chiedo<br />
a cosa è servito<br />
essere giovani e tanto belli<br />
se si è stati così cupi e insicuri.<br />
Mi guardo e scopro<br />
come cambiano i colori<br />
e le forme, quando diventano nostre.<br />
<br />
Vorrei inventare nuovi silenzi<br />
che parlano picchiettando<br />
e portano regali<br />
come oggi ogni giorno.<br />
<br />
Vorrei scolpire l’aria<br />
renderla amica mia<br />
abbracciarla con sospiri<br />
che ricordino me<br />
e ogni sorriso attorno.<span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Text" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/"></span><br /></font>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(J. Mirò, The Smile of the Flamboyant Wings)</td></tr>
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O</span>h queste ali<br />
Bianche e candide<br />
Ora ingabbiate<br />
Spezzate<br />
Aggrovigliate.<br />
Se ne stanno lì, sognando i tempi<br />
in cui erano capaci di planare<br />
grazie ai venti.<br />
Un po’ per orgoglio<br />
forse per pigrizia<br />
e immane insicura timidezza<br />
si sono lasciate spremere.<br />
Dai tempi<br />
Dai giorni di finto calore<br />
Da parole crude e vere<br />
False e lusinghiere.<br />
Guardo ora in giù<br />
non cado poiché loro<br />
imprigionate nella rete<br />
mi tengono legata a un ramo.<br />
Oscillo, dondolo un poco<br />
sentendo dolore rassicurante<br />
dietro le mie scapole stanche.<br />
Se mi liberassi?<br />
Esistono ancora le nuvole<br />
per cadere meglio?<br />
Resto qui, appesa<br />
nella mia vertigine.</font><br />
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T</span>rovo strano<br />
che sia possibile<br />
guardare<br />
nella stessa direzione<br />
osservare l'aprico<br />
nello stesso modo<br />
rammentare<br />
con lo stesso nodo<br />
le carezze dei fiori.<br />
Tu e i tuoi balconi<br />
tu che battesti come me<br />
con immenso amore<br />
i tasti scritti<br />
per raggiungere l'altrove<br />
a cosa mi servi?<br />
Ora il pazzo vociare<br />
s'è spento<br />
ed è un rovescio bianco.<br />
<br />
E trovo strano<br />
anche io<br />
che tu riesca a parlami<br />
così vicino.<br />
Mentre io, io che vivo<br />
che osservo ancora<br />
con occhi erranti e stanchi<br />
per la pressione del mondo<br />
non posso dire nulla<br />
nulla a te,<br />
che non sei nemmeno mito.</span>
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