tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82715918621097994272024-03-13T17:59:37.665+01:00S a r a P o e s i aImmagini, emozioni, pensieri in poesia - di Sara FerragliaSaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.comBlogger495125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-74663902982880615092024-03-01T17:47:00.004+01:002024-03-01T17:48:24.683+01:00Lo sguardo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRE5dVmer-tp_0iEiPFfjmGpgrQFiNNlFmaeYH1in3_wd7qq62R1wF-FfPCybuWPOT70q51A7wvXlzzd0bpXEJcJLiCNs7his_tIkWFAmF6cgkHL3sA44Fu_IkgCpSXbOx7JBquwJu2C47yirUQowrgqqasD5mHcno4I5K4aurJH_sxHKKIV6YNL0wAqzX/s3648/IMG_20240301_174053.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRE5dVmer-tp_0iEiPFfjmGpgrQFiNNlFmaeYH1in3_wd7qq62R1wF-FfPCybuWPOT70q51A7wvXlzzd0bpXEJcJLiCNs7his_tIkWFAmF6cgkHL3sA44Fu_IkgCpSXbOx7JBquwJu2C47yirUQowrgqqasD5mHcno4I5K4aurJH_sxHKKIV6YNL0wAqzX/s320/IMG_20240301_174053.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Lo sguardo</b></span></span><p></p><p style="border: none; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0.21cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mai perderò lo
sguardo</span></p><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per i sepolti vivi,<br />per i precipitati<br />dai tetti, nei
cortili<br />giù dalle impalcature<br />vittime designate<br />di appalti
scellerati.<br />Mai perderò lo sguardo<br />per gli affogati in
mare,<br />per chi è scampato al viaggio<br />per chi gli cura i
piedi,<br />per quelli che non vedi,<br />per il loro coraggio.<br />Mai
perderò lo sguardo<br />per chi non ha più niente,<br />la miseria che
affama<br />chi ruba una scamorza<br />per sette euro in croce,<br />nuda
disperazione<br />che anche l'onestà spegne<br />
e lascia senza voce.<br />Mai perderò lo sguardo<br />per i
manganellati,<br />ragazzi della scuola,<br />operai ai picchetti<br />di
fabbriche svendute<br />e loro licenziati<br />con un messaggio crudo.<br />
Così lunga è la notte,<br />
anche l'alba è in ritardo.<br />Speranzoso il mio sguardo<br />vola
oltre l'orrore,<br />in pindarico volo.<br />
Senza fare rumore<br />
si allontana dal suolo<br /></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div>
<br /><p></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-71629118367219766862024-02-22T18:01:00.000+01:002024-02-22T18:01:13.740+01:00Le carezze<p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1AbS9obAdDpUYjeqRfTS_JqWcgFaHw3cynQW0VRSeOKrij466e_c7q8lBDRXYx4YHp0eXwKUmon00c9gmBg7LF7i0mrukmzfxyNmksYIfUVMALEC2krbBwwxUp4XIe_blsvwhSH8bSkBvtsF-w2RVjUTZtv2LYStGlJQkna_TxdaqV4EIOVv-q0k6KwB4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1AbS9obAdDpUYjeqRfTS_JqWcgFaHw3cynQW0VRSeOKrij466e_c7q8lBDRXYx4YHp0eXwKUmon00c9gmBg7LF7i0mrukmzfxyNmksYIfUVMALEC2krbBwwxUp4XIe_blsvwhSH8bSkBvtsF-w2RVjUTZtv2LYStGlJQkna_TxdaqV4EIOVv-q0k6KwB4" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le carezze</span></span></b><p></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E se ci penso ti ho voluto bene</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">senza le tue carezze sulla guancia, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">senza la ninna nanna sui ginocchi,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la borsa d'acqua calda sulla pancia</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>senza quel guardarsi occhi negli occhi</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se rientravo tardi nella notte</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tu, solida presenza, mia fortezza </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">chiudevi in uno scrigno l'emozione, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che farla uscire era debolezza, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">frutto di una severa educazione </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E se ci penso bene adesso trovo, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nei versi di poesie sugli altri padri, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quei gesti che, da te, io non ho avuto</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eppure quanto bene ti ho voluto</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Le uniche carezze che ricordo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">son quelle disperate che ti ho dato</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il giorno prima, quando mi hai lasciato</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Immagine dal web</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-67731501716896344162024-02-22T17:58:00.001+01:002024-02-22T18:01:31.893+01:00La tela di ghiaccio<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3xucdqV5LP8BpoXDDYqZ9A6uT2hWvQX_imCaZPGiVRbpjTFIu3XKOYPwb5S3IGgsMWAJSDGhCyqIMqxRTZzqV3IOqNl6wbOorL0Hr5kYZ-wCFjnC0pQ_uE9TNTljC8so1QjOAMdhTxuPx64AfPRXZaGxyHZcGcdB3r1DcRymvOQwcrh-7l2AdnpoKRdoa" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3xucdqV5LP8BpoXDDYqZ9A6uT2hWvQX_imCaZPGiVRbpjTFIu3XKOYPwb5S3IGgsMWAJSDGhCyqIMqxRTZzqV3IOqNl6wbOorL0Hr5kYZ-wCFjnC0pQ_uE9TNTljC8so1QjOAMdhTxuPx64AfPRXZaGxyHZcGcdB3r1DcRymvOQwcrh-7l2AdnpoKRdoa" width="180" /></a></div><b><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;"><p style="font-size: 11.25px;"><b><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 11.25px;"><br /></span></b></p><span style="font-size: medium;">La tela di ghiaccio</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /></span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">E nessun taglio netto,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">nessuna ambiguità</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">Tesse la tela un ragno</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">che uno scopo non ha</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">Semplicemente vive,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">godendo del momento,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">di quella sensazione</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">brevissima nel tempo</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505;">che un brivido gli dà.</span></span><p></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 11.25px;"><br /></span></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-85636583102035085742024-02-11T18:52:00.001+01:002024-02-11T18:52:00.302+01:00Antologia Fiorire l'inverno <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9TbyS4TLkbTjdWxYwC_bUwvHCjVgKl7-6WhdnbyUOSpaLPjBWIonGhQCzgdHnOYgsu7_g69FLdMFjVJfRddLk4C7YT3SES2MKf3kTjrIVGA2wzJvuTP_ETeIe2jFoYg6PXx02D2DpdZMAVHNGrBgofyEVWhRtwPjl0-Tgsum1AT_YZk0yK9bbnCZImg8/s1527/421103481_3563780797197384_8273225773230797816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1527" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9TbyS4TLkbTjdWxYwC_bUwvHCjVgKl7-6WhdnbyUOSpaLPjBWIonGhQCzgdHnOYgsu7_g69FLdMFjVJfRddLk4C7YT3SES2MKf3kTjrIVGA2wzJvuTP_ETeIe2jFoYg6PXx02D2DpdZMAVHNGrBgofyEVWhRtwPjl0-Tgsum1AT_YZk0yK9bbnCZImg8/s320/421103481_3563780797197384_8273225773230797816_n.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><h3 style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Un
lungo inverno</span></span></span></h3><h3 style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fra
poco arriverà un lungo inverno<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Solo
pensarlo il sangue si congela<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non
so se ancora scenderà la neve,<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se
rivedremo mai candidi fiocchi<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">posarsi
dolcemente sopra i tetti<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma
so che farà freddo, così tanto<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che
anche le case chiuderanno gli occhi<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Infagottati
dentro la paura<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ci
chiederà questa stagione oscura<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">di
rispettare regole e confini<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ipnotizzati
come burattini<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ci
chiederà di spegnere il pensiero<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">come
ad aver sugli occhi un drappo nero<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eppure
manterrò il mio cuore lieve<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e
sarò forte, come il bucaneve</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span></span></h3><p style="text-align: left;">
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br />
</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-62828489776168473002024-01-28T18:49:00.001+01:002024-02-10T18:51:11.618+01:00Un pezzettino al giorno<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiG4u_GSacNI8tzJWPpWcw4OdK9hXPQkHZjC5aGUvYKK-940XeoX1S3SBn-shyPUy19DTVgC19zX6sW2_HWlFGY2_LtgXXexChOCmuhXJdeVVNAwtvs78-rPq0lUrK2q-AtvixRQEPuFllzRfUMmbVt_EipGb4Tt9dXZPiAxVzm2VOlckPxmgri_5dNdDD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="2048" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiG4u_GSacNI8tzJWPpWcw4OdK9hXPQkHZjC5aGUvYKK-940XeoX1S3SBn-shyPUy19DTVgC19zX6sW2_HWlFGY2_LtgXXexChOCmuhXJdeVVNAwtvs78-rPq0lUrK2q-AtvixRQEPuFllzRfUMmbVt_EipGb4Tt9dXZPiAxVzm2VOlckPxmgri_5dNdDD" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.25px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Un pezzettino al giorno</b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.25px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Son quella figlia che ogni tanto arriva, </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">parcheggia nel cortile l'auto nera</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">che riconosci, forse, dal colore, </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>perché ogni marca ormai per te è straniera. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Son quella che risponde alle domande</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">che poni come arpioni per scalare</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">le fragili montagne di calcare</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">che ti hanno invaso l'anima e la mente.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Ti parlo sempre come fossi ancora </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">seduta accanto a te su quel divano, </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">anche se stavo solo qualche ora, </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">il tempo di scaldare la tua mano. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Ma il ghiaccio si cristallizzava intorno. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Mi manchi, padre, un pezzettino al giorno.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.25px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Sara Ferraglia</div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-38089493993166531192024-01-10T18:17:00.001+01:002024-01-25T18:19:49.635+01:00Mi conosci?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcgXDUTdz_HJ7u1ao3hOiGAzKSK-OUMLAYPiB_DwHoX904yLpvDgqBs_bgcUronCDQY9Lb1JK39DAEoX1E0XCofM8RWt7iCPrvI2-a3jzdPtksBBKIOTRlrlWc0wo8ho_UV5QdY0dPH5j6glkoJ-oiMNThyZYH4EfrX9E08jBvYeQQmPuSg_poD5H33cmM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="932" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcgXDUTdz_HJ7u1ao3hOiGAzKSK-OUMLAYPiB_DwHoX904yLpvDgqBs_bgcUronCDQY9Lb1JK39DAEoX1E0XCofM8RWt7iCPrvI2-a3jzdPtksBBKIOTRlrlWc0wo8ho_UV5QdY0dPH5j6glkoJ-oiMNThyZYH4EfrX9E08jBvYeQQmPuSg_poD5H33cmM" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Mi
conosci? </b></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Chiede
a tutti con sguardo smarrito<br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Come
chi tutto il mondo ha perduto<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Viaggiatore
senza orientamento<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">nel
deserto della sua memoria<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Cerca
di ricomporre la storia<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">di
quei giorni che stanno sbiadendo<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Tutti
i nomi gli girano intorno<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">come
piccole api impazzite <br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">confondendo
la notte col giorno<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">E
mi chiedo che mostro riaffiori, <br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">quale
strega dell'est o dell'ovest? <br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Chi
decide e prepara le prove <br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">sul
percorso che a ciascuno tocca<br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">quando
il grande orologio si blocca? </span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Sara Ferraglia</p>
<br /><p></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-1356477914618392024-01-05T18:22:00.001+01:002024-01-25T18:23:38.651+01:00Ritorno<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSa6k-YXKh8R1sJ3wAsTY8TpWrAnP3RQt_-DT9lb6HLnwueWbxFwcECsrTWxPdRuDxYIyCUwHH1Q_5AdCYLWWAqgUDKa1P5rF899HMmiHRFyG3VM32TGOC5CqLUcVXZ6KFizmiMyAPKRPJVYmLoVL-8oCYysj66TeXz1DKOwbYLEZBQgpMHSIDub0Flrx8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="800" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSa6k-YXKh8R1sJ3wAsTY8TpWrAnP3RQt_-DT9lb6HLnwueWbxFwcECsrTWxPdRuDxYIyCUwHH1Q_5AdCYLWWAqgUDKa1P5rF899HMmiHRFyG3VM32TGOC5CqLUcVXZ6KFizmiMyAPKRPJVYmLoVL-8oCYysj66TeXz1DKOwbYLEZBQgpMHSIDub0Flrx8" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ritorno</b></span></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I
capelli cespugli di rovi<br /></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">e
le ossa contorte radici<br /></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Occhi,
gelide gocce di brina<br /></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">sotto
un bianco artificio di luci<br /></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">E
le mani, un tempo capaci,<br /> </span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">ora
foglie d'autunno sul letto<br /></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Stilla
il cuore granelli di more</span></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Sara
Ferraglia</span></span><br /></span></h3>
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</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-16634884406297296622023-12-23T18:25:00.001+01:002024-01-25T18:27:51.704+01:00Non nascerà il bambino<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9vVQf5zLOw7O04ppksTByNOwG0HY9NzyDDvjlsGoVcdXLMzvTsiuuPWV4egxavRPblH6YU8Ecd1UCuDVmZDP780MufbUaqB0zpQ2KvJ2724slq7O2tnXiTlT23RqIwUKA89vQySPGipNHCcmMdduIESWYpP0luVmMvoPwexd8tUgFVpakIeUdYqRdq2uh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="539" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9vVQf5zLOw7O04ppksTByNOwG0HY9NzyDDvjlsGoVcdXLMzvTsiuuPWV4egxavRPblH6YU8Ecd1UCuDVmZDP780MufbUaqB0zpQ2KvJ2724slq7O2tnXiTlT23RqIwUKA89vQySPGipNHCcmMdduIESWYpP0luVmMvoPwexd8tUgFVpakIeUdYqRdq2uh" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Non
nascerà il bambino</b></span></span></span></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">-È
finita, non nascerà il bambino -<br /></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">piange
l'amica con il cuore affranto,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">in
mano la bandiera della pace<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lo
dice con dolore<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">bisbigliando
fra i denti<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-
Non vedi che è già nato? - le rispondo<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sporco
del sangue degli indifferenti,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">coperto
dalla polvere da sparo<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">delle
guerre nel mondo<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Alza
la testa, già robusto e forte<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">fra
le rovine e il tanfo della morte<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ha
tratti delicati e, chiusa la manina,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">stringe
frammenti di stelle e di luna<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mi
faccio più vicina,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quasi
a passo di danza<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sollevo
la leggera copertina,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">apre
la mano e mi regala il cielo<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e
vedo nei suoi occhi la speranza<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sarà
migliore il mondo... è una bambina</span></span></span></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sara.ferraglia?__cft__[0]=AZVnUCO3_rr-Q8zGvnw28N0by-8DV-mKICEGBOts4E7Q5i-ywCvZJftsSfSf2kOPBPQzShiNlM7P7Cc_yDUMLOfg41d_lX50rcbsU365OFFqHCxhN9Fs6oro0OUcC_YrWsYgxmh2PPvs16K_flUhwncAOe58PoVilSb2FdWjgXML4ds_MDVhtlfap8usI492SWc&__tn__=-]K-R"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara
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</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-36906318989987136702023-12-10T18:32:00.002+01:002024-01-25T18:37:28.499+01:00Imrali, l'isola balena<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEndvMdkfJLXAVc5UT4vbQ1Pl4Hh24TxKXtEUtAG5V8pUldeHxAbsw_c6w5RdpVudifPkWO3JBq7rZ7O1DTgb0OoYHr3tVIYt4RY7uupCo0F4BgllKxZorID26Kku5ba5bFVVBxEbMfiiLMm78eJ0Xl2FcbhlA_yf9JI8bQJ6Ufxrb9TmAD0kfvf_mSdyL/s1600/Imrali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1131" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEndvMdkfJLXAVc5UT4vbQ1Pl4Hh24TxKXtEUtAG5V8pUldeHxAbsw_c6w5RdpVudifPkWO3JBq7rZ7O1DTgb0OoYHr3tVIYt4RY7uupCo0F4BgllKxZorID26Kku5ba5bFVVBxEbMfiiLMm78eJ0Xl2FcbhlA_yf9JI8bQJ6Ufxrb9TmAD0kfvf_mSdyL/s320/Imrali.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Imrali, l'isola balena. </span></b></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nel ventre di quest'isola balena</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che un giorno m'inghiottì senza pietà</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">io sto, con un macigno sulla schiena, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>scrivo del tempo nuovo che verrà.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sul mare, fra due stretti prigioniero, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">soffia da giorni con violenza il vento. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tremano le interiora di cemento, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">si fa più chiaro e forte il mio pensiero. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Laggiù Istanbul sfolgorante di vita, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qui nel silenzio il mondo mi è distante. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Afona voce sono, quasi muta</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che si trasforma in urlo roboante</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se il mio nome scandisce nella lotta</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un popolo che chiede libertà. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Libere donne, liberi confini, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">libero sguardo oltre queste sbarre.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Giustizia per un popolo smembrato</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dall'isola balena sorgerà. </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-85813491160376304712023-11-24T17:22:00.004+01:002023-11-24T17:22:25.541+01:00Alla poesia<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiBcnGJaatF6awCgC8CQWuSZ8scjfZzBTYHYFtQRAHf68PdXVUW7qmFsijjoAY0gE70jVto8bK17X-iB-2MXkwkIfmqUXchB71-jqbtoa0lp_sOD39CSbym927t9Yd3fi_ogfMsc01k0ajNgKx6NakXDXpjonbMiSJ0pIVi1-ibeNyyOTLlXIPW2KOr6o/s452/401453392_3521446608097470_5811004991422050212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiBcnGJaatF6awCgC8CQWuSZ8scjfZzBTYHYFtQRAHf68PdXVUW7qmFsijjoAY0gE70jVto8bK17X-iB-2MXkwkIfmqUXchB71-jqbtoa0lp_sOD39CSbym927t9Yd3fi_ogfMsc01k0ajNgKx6NakXDXpjonbMiSJ0pIVi1-ibeNyyOTLlXIPW2KOr6o/s320/401453392_3521446608097470_5811004991422050212_n.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Alla Poesia. </b></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So che lo fai per me, perché mi ami,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">perché tu sei cerino ed io benzina. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Per questo qualche volta ti allontani, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>sparisci, ti dilegui e la tua assenza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tiene sopiti il cuore ed il dolore, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">schiacciati in un cassetto a doppio fondo. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stasera sei comparsa all'improvviso, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">da chissà quale angolo del mondo. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Una telefonata, un tonfo al petto,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">la voce di mia madre che ormai sento</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sempre più raramente perché il vento</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le fischia nelle orecchie il suo tormento. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ed ecco che ritorni a me, poesia</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e sfreghi il tuo cerino sul mio cuore </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che prende fuoco e brucia nel dolore. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inedito</span></div></div></div><p><br /></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-34888246805005188682023-11-21T17:18:00.000+01:002024-01-16T19:25:26.757+01:00Autunni di periferia<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjOg7u1PvP6liPntI8rpXfJBvKm7E679zFSvTzTvy1-o_Kdud9AUwjLa6ot1QxKNxQi1lIktYcpz_6XpvRPJECYLnLlwv2qL0bqqKItrjwK4-ueeHNYxqNvEHaLUrQJ17pp5w6lYeGWL6sZnN479jr9ITVIzsrt6uE5zbeIS9j3O5SzJy4xO0uvW8H-3Al" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjOg7u1PvP6liPntI8rpXfJBvKm7E679zFSvTzTvy1-o_Kdud9AUwjLa6ot1QxKNxQi1lIktYcpz_6XpvRPJECYLnLlwv2qL0bqqKItrjwK4-ueeHNYxqNvEHaLUrQJ17pp5w6lYeGWL6sZnN479jr9ITVIzsrt6uE5zbeIS9j3O5SzJy4xO0uvW8H-3Al" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Autunni di periferia</span></b></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ci sono autunni di periferia</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che san di polvere e bacche morenti. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nemmeno i cieli d' azzurro splendenti </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cancellano l'incuria sulla via. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oggi c'è il vento che spazza i cestini, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>colmi di avanzi e di carta stracciata. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Riveste i prati una sporca infiorata. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">La Piracanta di rossi rubini </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ospita plastica e merli spaesati.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Palazzi e altari al grigio cemento,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">monocolore che l'autunno ha spento. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quella bellezza che salverà il mondo </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a volte affonda nel nero profondo. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">È la poesia che le tende la mano, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">con le sue lenti per veder lontano. </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inedito</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-72629500504933444622023-11-02T18:49:00.001+01:002023-11-03T18:51:52.698+01:00Diana, nove anni<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvM6ITK4JWsKQFXIK1CMfll6gLZqldUomNJPfXshmdj6PTfRoSe_-3Gyq50n98ANMw6VV2Tn3udO17hH-X_Qn-BuuGMcvUf843MlPJHWhzIoHKTnPUENMB3pJGhsEz1ONIhGzk1QK7RTlsOT7KRkYsGflcr4lYzkfkrXF6qwQXfMUXUKBWHIwp9fEE54KR/s3648/IMG_20231102_160427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvM6ITK4JWsKQFXIK1CMfll6gLZqldUomNJPfXshmdj6PTfRoSe_-3Gyq50n98ANMw6VV2Tn3udO17hH-X_Qn-BuuGMcvUf843MlPJHWhzIoHKTnPUENMB3pJGhsEz1ONIhGzk1QK7RTlsOT7KRkYsGflcr4lYzkfkrXF6qwQXfMUXUKBWHIwp9fEE54KR/s320/IMG_20231102_160427.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Diana,
9 anni</b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mettiti
nei miei panni<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">adesso
se ci riesci. <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oggi
che compi gli anni<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e
che di un anno cresci<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">cosa
diresti alla tua nipotina<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">se
nei cassetti dei suoi vestitini<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">fossero
tutti corti i pigiamini? <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">scrivilo
qui …...........................<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;">…<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">...............................................<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">E
se ogni giorno la vedessi attenta<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e
concentrata alla sua scrivania <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">ne
saresti contenta? <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Scriveresti
per lei una poesia? <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Scrivi
qui la risposta …...............<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tu
compi nove anni amore mio<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">E
allora sai cosa ti dico io? <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Facciamo
a gara a chi trova prima<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">una
parola che faccia la rima<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">col
tuo regalo ancora impacchettato... <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Aprilo
allora e guardati attorno, <br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">vedrai
volare un grande................</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tanti auguri Didi</span></span></span></p>
<h3 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h3><p></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-87371895096672188802023-10-28T20:49:00.023+02:002023-11-01T21:08:19.701+01:00La vecchia Remington - Menzione d'onore.<p> <br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2stkBzg5mNTj1e0PXo__y3zN8nlzBLKW1d43d-fu3DOhR7rkE8ccrBxgse48p98MZDC_Kg3TasK1zvvcAnduc-UqndY5r1m0h_nlIHO9z35Rv0lNZDZSVe6M63tsFC-Z9s1rapY9PxkqCXCUqY6jcXX3T_ncse6Bo3yyS-6sS_aOsthdA1xOS28yDEgw0/s3648/IMG_20231101_203653.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2stkBzg5mNTj1e0PXo__y3zN8nlzBLKW1d43d-fu3DOhR7rkE8ccrBxgse48p98MZDC_Kg3TasK1zvvcAnduc-UqndY5r1m0h_nlIHO9z35Rv0lNZDZSVe6M63tsFC-Z9s1rapY9PxkqCXCUqY6jcXX3T_ncse6Bo3yyS-6sS_aOsthdA1xOS28yDEgw0/s320/IMG_20231101_203653.jpg" width="240" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvAhb_d-51g9BWabLe0ZaEfrniJ3-43GA94LbRxAAuilO7kTsEx71FmRI8d8CeAmOSzS1mOUE9EvjpiILo8dEvMlXejtQvL9DewdU4e2x_UhJg-VTU6wGFezsCjJteYjlZPswLuzlQ61V9m1hqwiuTvJiySuDItWUE3Mxt0Kq_96m5VKT6H1gzAgrjru_/s3648/IMG_20231020_094004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvAhb_d-51g9BWabLe0ZaEfrniJ3-43GA94LbRxAAuilO7kTsEx71FmRI8d8CeAmOSzS1mOUE9EvjpiILo8dEvMlXejtQvL9DewdU4e2x_UhJg-VTU6wGFezsCjJteYjlZPswLuzlQ61V9m1hqwiuTvJiySuDItWUE3Mxt0Kq_96m5VKT6H1gzAgrjru_/s320/IMG_20231020_094004.jpg" width="240" /></a></div></div><br /><div><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>La
vecchia Remington</b></span></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chissà
se troveresti le parole<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per
raccontare oggi il nuovo orrore<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei
vecchia di cent'anni e sui tuoi tasti<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">chissà
quanti ricordi son rimasti<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vorrei
pensare a lettere d'amore<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ma
vedo dita scrivere tremando<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">liste
di nomi con le date accanto,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">di
luoghi rasi al suolo da una guerra<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mai
più finita qui, su questa terra<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non
sei più tu a dar testimonianza<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ora
che tutto scorre via veloce<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Non
sei più tu a tramandare voce<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">o
regalare inchiostro di speranza<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chissà
se troveresti le parole<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per
raccontare oggi il nuovo orrore<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hai
l'anima di ferro, resistente<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dammi
una mano tu, sono impotente</span></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Onoratissima di questo riconoscimento ringrazio la Giuria.</span></span></span></h3><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmO1p5rAMh5cGou3SLWc0eLbwCBZPnmaniR5cttCEbktojwTMhCcyEVCXSb2tNmw-HIkZLorS4ds1qkvyNDzKafBQxlUgfpwM07L783jiMRTJTJv084H0QiFBhg9gkWatJPQ-egVeR28_q7d7ar1Xp8LqFiJAP8VKwiF5M9PS8bSDM2-5YY6guwqXYWQ8/s3648/IMG_20231101_210626_edit_53717781952739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht9URZOY3_E0G3d8BAOfKnvOde8DGKUtrR_JFluWBupB0JirOn0-gq0-FuR-Qvo0jP1TL9EmsvRaDPy9A7j6uIW8Cqh8iFamT2jH0OOAf5y6d_XAkJf8ZHhwuEHrLdrYOUnXGyrsnyvrUhjuc_eJgToDcGQa6WED4JqKaheZPqgc7j0WbMWbj8dtGXLNY9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht9URZOY3_E0G3d8BAOfKnvOde8DGKUtrR_JFluWBupB0JirOn0-gq0-FuR-Qvo0jP1TL9EmsvRaDPy9A7j6uIW8Cqh8iFamT2jH0OOAf5y6d_XAkJf8ZHhwuEHrLdrYOUnXGyrsnyvrUhjuc_eJgToDcGQa6WED4JqKaheZPqgc7j0WbMWbj8dtGXLNY9" width="240" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Passerà questo cielo</span></span></b></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Passerà questo cielo pesante, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">passerà questa nuvola nera,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">questo fuoco che arriva accecante</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>dalla bocca di un drago guerriero. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cresceranno i tuoi riccioli scuri</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e le piccole gambe tremanti</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che ora fuggono in preda al terrore, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">crescerai nonostante il dolore. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E chissà se in un tempo futuro</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">leggerai ai tuoi figli la storia </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">di un tremendo, lunghissimo muro, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">se noi tutti ne avremo memoria.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.25px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">con <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz xt0b8zv x1qq9wsj xo1l8bm" href="https://www.facebook.com/donneinneroparma?__cft__[0]=AZX-7e99LEMNnXBOrkvu5J6Bpa9xcTBFw1mSGPP5otRAXOt21l2YIlGyZF7sVI_BbB6fz7Mb1pEtb1NefTA-dmClcd5ZnXlm42a2aV7U00VSEqzTw0MRnN__9ldAUyB13nNH3t46ICsFtjZhW5t_WFjOMPsN-XBL_L8Eibmc1h1X92ZhUImdZyZXOrFh0GqWC8s&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; 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background-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0"><span class="xt0psk2" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">Gianluca Foglia Fogliazza</span></a></span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-55490296892373592742023-10-17T22:47:00.004+02:002023-10-21T16:07:49.419+02:00Guardateci con gli occhi della Pace<p> </p><p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uFkZFXvpCpyxCVaP_WsGy2zqWXpeIJZZCfKUHPfOrXNtTK0Nqx1b7XXljSoB_4wTnuQ_dGfy6bROvHnV5E3oI1u0SG0Rn2BwA1KNMUUkVwTxx84JO2WuXTbvy1bMGmBIxwcStYXy3ogTl5HAbnbdv_rCY4DGOF2lnrePAcyHYW-cMiSzQdXN6Gtetjei/s720/Bansy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3uFkZFXvpCpyxCVaP_WsGy2zqWXpeIJZZCfKUHPfOrXNtTK0Nqx1b7XXljSoB_4wTnuQ_dGfy6bROvHnV5E3oI1u0SG0Rn2BwA1KNMUUkVwTxx84JO2WuXTbvy1bMGmBIxwcStYXy3ogTl5HAbnbdv_rCY4DGOF2lnrePAcyHYW-cMiSzQdXN6Gtetjei/s320/Bansy.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><b><br /></b></span></span></span><p></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; padding: 0cm; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Guardateci
con gli occhi della pace</b></span></span></span></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; padding: 0cm; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Nata
da una promessa questa terra?<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Colline
ricoperte di uliveti,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>terreni
prosperosi dove un figlio<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>potesse
il suo futuro immaginare?<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Tuo
figlio insieme al mio,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Gerusalemme...<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Ero
già qui e vi ho visti arrivare<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>nel
mio giardino, frutto del sudore<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>e
del duro lavoro delle braccia.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Ero
già qui quando l'acqua scorreva<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>giù
per le valli verdi fino al mare,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>la
bevevo, rinfrescavo la faccia<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>e
gli agrumeti colmi eran topazi<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>sulle
dita della mia Palestina.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Poi
fu il disastro.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Non
più una goccia d'acqua per la sete,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>in
fiamme gli uliveti ed alti i muri,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>gli
spari nella notte ed i bambini<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>col
terrore negli occhi, mai sicuri<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>di
tornare da scuola e rivedere<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>il
villaggio, le case ed i fratelli.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Fantasmi
fino a ieri, umana minoranza,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>popolo
inesistente sulla terra.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Guardateci
con gli occhi della Pace,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>ridateci
quel filo di speranza.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; padding: 0cm; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span></span></p><p style="border: none; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; padding: 0cm; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/donneinneroparma?__cft__[0]=AZV02qWokKme4Fw675mY8awK-19CVCKqTqR7_RzzA0zS0Bf2Q2KE245qSuqvE-Pd9Nh2A-ofqYTgrk_uqXKGpln6OqHUvs4Yr7nCKwPfzdt04XQ7eateRYeXYp6xcnrfQtlV2_p_WxdNzuTR_8qkjWO6dis9vqW6yXIuKWiNdYDoDSCvdhk4FZgdA9WF0PMqagU&__tn__=-]K-R"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Donne
In Nero Parma</span></span></span></span></span></span></a></span></p>
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</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-54798510826209392612023-10-14T22:36:00.002+02:002023-10-21T16:08:14.565+02:00Salvezza<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9rOE0GPj8ccR16zEXV64kuu1cDP58z2wXYG5MX7lXoMxSCvLB99SF_UFTwV0wtDhdFB3N55NQZz3-FXF3MY4a8l4t9NkQMxnzUm0IGhIE3S7eDMQjlrhyphenhyphenNwL2s_smrlx9CC0Bi5elS-mVBZ2pk5I_TmcQp1oTrtr2Kdxd3eRgssaXBnSzEXsmwfI7b7B/s800/api.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="800" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9rOE0GPj8ccR16zEXV64kuu1cDP58z2wXYG5MX7lXoMxSCvLB99SF_UFTwV0wtDhdFB3N55NQZz3-FXF3MY4a8l4t9NkQMxnzUm0IGhIE3S7eDMQjlrhyphenhyphenNwL2s_smrlx9CC0Bi5elS-mVBZ2pk5I_TmcQp1oTrtr2Kdxd3eRgssaXBnSzEXsmwfI7b7B/s320/api.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Salvezza</span></b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Così mi ammutolisco nel dolore. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Si congelano i versi, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tutto sembra sbagliato. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nel <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>buio sto cercando le parole, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">frammentate e disperse</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nell'immenso creato.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">E mi rimpicciolisco per salvezza. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Come un'ape divento, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che nel grigio autunnale </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">si ostina a ricercare la bellezza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">con un volo più lento, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">dal sentor boreale. </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Il mio glomere abbraccio</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per potermi salvare. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-48380789561927601902023-10-05T22:19:00.003+02:002023-10-21T16:08:41.090+02:00Tredici anni<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7F97yF94dZZftGHrMqF0E1UbImikycG03mxw3EVfou1XBWM-XIuCmc945sctId7IjfMqlorSzqd1ClKrJLH4AwbPWIicJjUyMNVeRVV0Uo1d5Vg0XHtLtUzaQs03_T3TB13dpfojWzOD6TnSwnQXWMB7syBsJBuHUMlRB6GDYZO0vVJ717uU0sZTwJjz/s629/Fotocla.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="629" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7F97yF94dZZftGHrMqF0E1UbImikycG03mxw3EVfou1XBWM-XIuCmc945sctId7IjfMqlorSzqd1ClKrJLH4AwbPWIicJjUyMNVeRVV0Uo1d5Vg0XHtLtUzaQs03_T3TB13dpfojWzOD6TnSwnQXWMB7syBsJBuHUMlRB6GDYZO0vVJ717uU0sZTwJjz/s320/Fotocla.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Tredici anni</span></b></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ed ecco il primo trucco</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">leggero sulle ciglia, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">tutta la meraviglia</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">del <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>tuo sguardo sul mondo</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che all'improvviso appare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sotto una nuova luce. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chi è la ragazzina</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che danza nello specchio? </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ha lo stesso sorriso </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">furbetto e birichino</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che aveva da piccina, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">eppure altra fattezza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che in estate è sbocciata. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sei bella, è una certezza... </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ma il mio augurio speciale</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per i tuoi tredici anni </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">è un sentiero tracciato</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sul futuro che vuoi</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">- desideri e bisogni - </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">di indossar scarpe giuste, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">con le suole robuste</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ed i lacci di sogni.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Auguri Claudia <span class="x3nfvp2 x1j61x8r x1fcty0u xdj266r xhhsvwb xat24cr xgzva0m xxymvpz xlup9mm x1kky2od" style="display: inline-flex; font-family: inherit; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle; width: 16px;"><img alt="❤️" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tf3/1.5/16/2764.png" style="border: 0px;" width="16" /></span></span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-8603073183353982023-09-27T22:16:00.002+02:002023-10-21T16:11:26.587+02:00Pallida torta autunnale <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVH96bXewPCp-fj3VcI4W7x0ofOgMvhqEfxPoxbZaeyMp_4wJ7YeDaVhVu3xWubwYJ6loZDjvsNFWVvugiulIrZduDl_uThUKWnlYHKE0PXixIJrq0UuWuYZCX_503339jC1idlg349sLV9w-bMZluoEJd30aKl1yE4o7DLgUKYqfHM7f46pVBPRel__eK/s276/th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="276" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVH96bXewPCp-fj3VcI4W7x0ofOgMvhqEfxPoxbZaeyMp_4wJ7YeDaVhVu3xWubwYJ6loZDjvsNFWVvugiulIrZduDl_uThUKWnlYHKE0PXixIJrq0UuWuYZCX_503339jC1idlg349sLV9w-bMZluoEJd30aKl1yE4o7DLgUKYqfHM7f46pVBPRel__eK/s1600/th.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b>Pallida torta autunnale </b></span></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cosa c'è di più dolce e speciale </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">di una bimba che si lecca le dita </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mangiando la prima torta autunnale</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>palliduccia, schiacciata e mal riuscita?</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Domani, diplomatica innocenza, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">suggerirà una merenda nuova</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ma oggi, sorridendo per decenza, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lei m'incoraggia a una seconda prova. </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-71254727821431421352023-09-23T22:14:00.002+02:002023-10-21T16:14:07.543+02:00Credo<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUjUtFY7gcENdt49IaaCLX048O6nijldRUUAbODB7jSUo6FJf1Fhx5-SBaW_OD1-IDLNsfSL9lEUYAFaj8AGk9nImbtgmxilIu3pA8Ak-ufkPT8bSO6WHWTmEAtYOW33IOdOLRfNzw3UBkU4SFDwxLW2U_mUq1xtq29dIt0HZ4iy-owEnA8Xg4IMaFhT3/s992/2127788ded70b7132e3168f190c0f90d_MGZOOM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="992" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUjUtFY7gcENdt49IaaCLX048O6nijldRUUAbODB7jSUo6FJf1Fhx5-SBaW_OD1-IDLNsfSL9lEUYAFaj8AGk9nImbtgmxilIu3pA8Ak-ufkPT8bSO6WHWTmEAtYOW33IOdOLRfNzw3UBkU4SFDwxLW2U_mUq1xtq29dIt0HZ4iy-owEnA8Xg4IMaFhT3/s320/2127788ded70b7132e3168f190c0f90d_MGZOOM.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Credo</span></span></b></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Credo nel deserto bollente</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">creatore assoluto di morte innocente</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Credo ai miei piedi scuoiati</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>Credo alle guardie e alle loro mazzate </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Credo alla morte del neonato, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">piccola vita che non ho salvato</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Credo alla mano che non ho afferrato</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Credo nel mare infinito, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nelle onde impetuose</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che mi fanno annegare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Credo che, nonostante tutto, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">qualcuno possa sperare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">d' essere accolto, non incarcerato </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e se ho sbagliato nel giudicare</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">l'essere umano nella sua essenza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">passo la mano all'immensa sapienza</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">di colui che tutte le cose </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">visibili e invisibili ha creato</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Per lui avrò domande</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">quando l'avrò trovato</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-69997607550031977172023-09-14T22:11:00.002+02:002023-10-21T16:14:48.675+02:00Rientro a scuola<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj753LOGvHdAutXAQS2MHXaGBzMWmgxjrMnhsPhtWE2u8hjRNNhJmCBIkku-HMFv5EhZUB7F0g0Zir0D9Bz55XmRCW6u8w8peYVOwEmyD8jLtX_RK_xlGWLvg7mEygtxNVwgsWizQRi71PnndOCZfwDDZAyRDPo_w_54UP2bOrCMf3vAwrSaxkCxMrYWi9f" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj753LOGvHdAutXAQS2MHXaGBzMWmgxjrMnhsPhtWE2u8hjRNNhJmCBIkku-HMFv5EhZUB7F0g0Zir0D9Bz55XmRCW6u8w8peYVOwEmyD8jLtX_RK_xlGWLvg7mEygtxNVwgsWizQRi71PnndOCZfwDDZAyRDPo_w_54UP2bOrCMf3vAwrSaxkCxMrYWi9f" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Rientro a scuola </span></b></span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Per quanto tempo ancora squilleranno</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">le vostre voci nel salir le scale? </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Per quanto ancora mi nasconderó, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>fingendo di non aspettarvi in casa?</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Continuerà domani l'assalto al campanello? </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Per quanto tempo sarà ogni stanza invasa</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">da mattoncini in lego e pennarelli? </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ogni autunno che avanza, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">scandito dai rientri a scuola,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mi siedo a scrivere di voi</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">per fissare ricordi sul foglio, </span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">perché della memoria d'ora in poi,</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">fidarsi è bene, non fidarsi è meglio.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara Ferraglia</span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ultimo giorno delle vacanze estive.</span></div></div>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-81277514813185182982023-09-14T22:06:00.005+02:002023-11-03T18:54:43.884+01:00Con la poesia lo posso fare<h2 style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqLfQfSASANWg3CvVRpxA7nTaS3qEtS1ZrEaO6v7A7iMZYItdZNnbnDzhyphenhyphen0jag1Wp1MFswhfhtZQxnXsNjeqRn4mk30fOZK8sXW-rJjfGkZOEHhIFDad3sxqkpPuh96ny01Q0Q4bKeeamoBXPrAFdRsX0Vb9eQiN0jW5Qp2HxOn0r5KCeb_aDl6Kwgm5j/s3648/IMG_20230914_092457.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqLfQfSASANWg3CvVRpxA7nTaS3qEtS1ZrEaO6v7A7iMZYItdZNnbnDzhyphenhyphen0jag1Wp1MFswhfhtZQxnXsNjeqRn4mk30fOZK8sXW-rJjfGkZOEHhIFDad3sxqkpPuh96ny01Q0Q4bKeeamoBXPrAFdRsX0Vb9eQiN0jW5Qp2HxOn0r5KCeb_aDl6Kwgm5j/s320/IMG_20230914_092457.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></span></h2><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><b>Con
la poesia lo posso fare.</b></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Non
scenderó dal letto<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>già
con le mani in tasca<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>o
le braccia conserte,<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>stanca
ancor prima di iniziare.<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Dal
mio terrazzo ad est<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>vedo
sorgere il sole.<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Non
sono grida di gabbiani,<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>questo
non è il mare.<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>È
solo il cigolio lontano<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>di
tardiva aratura,<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>ché
qui in pianura ci vuole fantasia<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>per
aprirsi alla luce del mattino<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>e
sguardo lungo per navigare,<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>oltre
il giardino del vicino.<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Ma
con la poesia lo posso fare.</span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span></span></p><p>
</p><br /><p></p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-59996157018048992432023-09-01T22:02:00.002+02:002023-10-21T16:24:13.220+02:00Il primo di settembre<div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dSBx9GfxtZxzaRBL-dnapcbJZbcb97WapnmpmIK-yxs5OfmID9hvnJDClU1lBH8BLhyphenhyphenIfWymFMHo8xQ42fFe2JCiJv-Yfdo7WM3XKCl8LxjHRnwot50vil-t4dHtYh6T9XQe7phYkCUNxFbXjCNWcxM873FSwbiB3Lf05eS3udg5nKmV5yTzZwgvaJf1/s2100/ante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1182" data-original-width="2100" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dSBx9GfxtZxzaRBL-dnapcbJZbcb97WapnmpmIK-yxs5OfmID9hvnJDClU1lBH8BLhyphenhyphenIfWymFMHo8xQ42fFe2JCiJv-Yfdo7WM3XKCl8LxjHRnwot50vil-t4dHtYh6T9XQe7phYkCUNxFbXjCNWcxM873FSwbiB3Lf05eS3udg5nKmV5yTzZwgvaJf1/s320/ante.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: #050505; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><b>Il
primo di settembre</b></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Il
primo di settembre, sarà un caso,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>il
cielo è sempre di un azzurro intenso.<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Come
se mi volesse ricordare<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>che
oltre le nubi, oltre il temporale,<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>l'azzurro
è il suo stato naturale.<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Il
primo di settembre si rinnova<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>l'invito
sottinteso a tener conto di ciò che veramente è meraviglia,<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>la
pura essenza dentro ad ogni cosa,<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>perché
"Una rosa, è una rosa, è una rosa”.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: #050505; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span></div>
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</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-76163364757761754342023-08-31T21:59:00.002+02:002023-10-21T16:26:22.097+02:00Lingua sconosciuta<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtWU_V7Bg68hVfRJrPkYrOwhbRvG3tIaID-DwwbKwLUyxa2UnNeVLucAroMJYyKGJQE8GQ5ID-7OD54w2IigESeyCSYpzPYRAA3mUEL08FepmzogkcVVIR4jeFftaltf6A8EqQ4qIXytU4J4V9BtyGWzM4X4_CC1GE22B6EYujW9tOmI6YQUQ4N3skYeP/s762/disco-di-festo-traduzione-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="690" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtWU_V7Bg68hVfRJrPkYrOwhbRvG3tIaID-DwwbKwLUyxa2UnNeVLucAroMJYyKGJQE8GQ5ID-7OD54w2IigESeyCSYpzPYRAA3mUEL08FepmzogkcVVIR4jeFftaltf6A8EqQ4qIXytU4J4V9BtyGWzM4X4_CC1GE22B6EYujW9tOmI6YQUQ4N3skYeP/s320/disco-di-festo-traduzione-.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lingua
sconosciuta.</b></span></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ho
ascoltato nel sonno quella voce<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>leggere
versi in lingua sconosciuta,<br /> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>così
che ogni parola era mistero,<br /> </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">potevo
immaginare ogni pensiero<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e
la mia bocca, invece, stava muta<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>e
gli occhi pieni di silenzio e pace.<br /> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Così
dev'esser stato il primo incontro,<br /> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>del
vecchio uomo con il nuovo mondo.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span></h3>
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</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-86791971108219015992023-08-29T16:00:00.008+02:002023-10-21T16:28:34.390+02:00Un bisogno<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJbBoqDrfrZNZBmDveS6zgBiRfaVFpxEEz8HnPePi4VBsTbs9WCKprOWcLFYIjIuWegx-tFvzao-ChhIhSLUTi_KNFbAVKgvRrXXFVVwZl_7TvQK5Yo6ExFdrmy7b1Rfbq1bTJyZccC0q2fS901iyD962EEsRXoakgHF1Hvx21yHVHH6tljx8jEAPnSdj/s1024/sillabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJbBoqDrfrZNZBmDveS6zgBiRfaVFpxEEz8HnPePi4VBsTbs9WCKprOWcLFYIjIuWegx-tFvzao-ChhIhSLUTi_KNFbAVKgvRrXXFVVwZl_7TvQK5Yo6ExFdrmy7b1Rfbq1bTJyZccC0q2fS901iyD962EEsRXoakgHF1Hvx21yHVHH6tljx8jEAPnSdj/s320/sillabe.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h2 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Un
bisogno.</b></span></span></span></h2><h2 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-
Io sono per me stessa<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'equivoco
più grande<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">L'approdo
più distante<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quando
il mare è in tempesta -<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stamattina
mi sveglio<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">con
questi versi in testa,<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">letti
da qualche parte<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">o
forse originali,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">nati
da qualche sogno.<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tanto
non cambia il senso...<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Son
sillabe e vocali<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">che
assillano la mente<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">generando
un bisogno.<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finché
non li trascrivo<br /> </span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">io
non combino niente.</span></span></span></h2><h2 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span></span></h2><h2 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span>Inedita.</span></span></span></span></h2>
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</p>SaràPoesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15256732180472671111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271591862109799427.post-28401291745659935402023-08-27T15:54:00.002+02:002023-11-24T17:03:35.914+01:00Ecco, quassù si sta alzando il vento<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUv0dXg8aG_BamEMLRAv80msAz_g5ao3ikytBeWfW0YHjNe3XCGh0OB1Ng6flKgxofE2SHvdboiiAL9_Da7TqQqNq7qVOAzaWE60xtHm1e2nvoNw-p7cVWeJePXihuA0uvS5vur2lQUFwC17ZdOlLOchqCQXIbEbmM_yo_Qi4YpuduIJrdikRZIIXI2YYN/s1875/372043556_3472380486337416_5671399928980858425_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1875" data-original-width="843" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUv0dXg8aG_BamEMLRAv80msAz_g5ao3ikytBeWfW0YHjNe3XCGh0OB1Ng6flKgxofE2SHvdboiiAL9_Da7TqQqNq7qVOAzaWE60xtHm1e2nvoNw-p7cVWeJePXihuA0uvS5vur2lQUFwC17ZdOlLOchqCQXIbEbmM_yo_Qi4YpuduIJrdikRZIIXI2YYN/w224-h275/372043556_3472380486337416_5671399928980858425_n.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Foto di Bruna Ferraglia</div><br /><p></p><p align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ecco,
quassù si sta alzando il vento</b></span></span></span></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ecco,
quassù si sta alzando il vento<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inizia
piano, un mormorio di foglie,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un'ouverture,
un andamento lento.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ondeggia
la faggeta,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">improvvise
folate...<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Strambano
le farfalle sulle soglie<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">della
radura aperta in mezzo al bosco.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ancor
più forte il vento ed impedisce<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">il
volo alle fragili ali e il fiore<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">irraggiungibile
diventa e spenta<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">sembra
ormai la resistenza di quel volo<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">e
la farfalla arretra, avanza, arranca,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">un
gioco di tenacia e di pazienza.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">S'aggrappa
al fiore, se ne nutre, è stanca<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ma,
raggiunto il suo scopo, si riposa...<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">È
forse questa la felicità?<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vivere
per avere il necessario,<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">lottando
contro ogni avversità?</span></span></span></p><p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-align: left; widows: 2;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sara
Ferraglia</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Inedito.</span></span></span></p>
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