tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838959457451385082024-03-13T23:24:01.259+01:00UN MONDO INCANTATO...`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.comBlogger426125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-83194163170458068892012-04-12T20:08:00.002+02:002012-04-12T20:13:29.911+02:00TANGO.......<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBPbdQZ6OpI/T4cbJ7p5DzI/AAAAAAAAGDM/yev9zeDCfNs/s1600/tango-argentina.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBPbdQZ6OpI/T4cbJ7p5DzI/AAAAAAAAGDM/yev9zeDCfNs/s400/tango-argentina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730578908298415922" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Lui si avvicina</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Non dice una parola</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Allunga una mano</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">verso di lei</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e la guarda</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Lei si alza</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">accettando il muto invito</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Lui la stringe a se</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">la fa volteggiare</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e la riprende con forza</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Una mano nella mano</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e l’altra sulla schiena</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e le note del tango si perdono nell’aria</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">come il profumo che lui ha addosso</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e che riempie lo spazio intorno</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e lei respira forte</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">per sentirlo</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">tutto</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">quell’odore.</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Lui sente profumo di lei</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">mentre la guida</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">passo dopo passo</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e lei lo segue</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">in perfetta sintonia</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">in un perfetto amplesso</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">di sensi e di corpi</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Gli occhi dentro gli occhi</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">l’eccitazione lungo la schiena</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">scende e risale</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">dentro</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e la fiamma cresce</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e lei brucia</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e lui la spoglia con le note</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">di quel tango</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">La spinge di nuovo lontano</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e la riporta a se</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">ancora</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">con forza</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">per accarezzarla</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">dolcemente</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">Le gambe di lei</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">fra le gambe di lui</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">nell'impeto</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: large; ">dei passi veloci</span></em></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: large; ">e lui</span></em> <span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">la respira</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e lei lo assapora</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e il tango li circonda</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">come un lenzuolo</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">da gettare <span></span>via</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">per sentirsi addosso</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">la pelle</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">uno dell’altra</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e la musica continua</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e anche lei</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">continua</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">sentendosi nuda</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">fra le sue braccia</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">e lui continua</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">sentendosi uomo</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">dentro di lei...</span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; "><br /></span></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "><span style="font-size: medium; "><em><span style="font-size: large; ">By Giusy</span></em></span></span></p></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-55192379637359537582011-10-12T12:07:00.006+02:002011-10-12T12:49:44.623+02:00SIAMO COME FOGLIE....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIZdRjD51nw/TpVt7-sHOoI/AAAAAAAAF9g/bz4pHrq-kVg/s1600/foglie%2B6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIZdRjD51nw/TpVt7-sHOoI/AAAAAAAAF9g/bz4pHrq-kVg/s400/foglie%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662552983695997570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>E saranno giorni muti quelli che verranno...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Udiremo solo voci silenziose...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>urli , pianti , dolore </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e disperazione...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Raccoglieremo ricordi come </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>foglie secche che...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>cadendo al suolo si disperdono...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ingoieremo dolore nel bicchiere</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>della menzogna e della vergogna</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>stringendo i denti!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ci leccheremo sanguinanti cicatrici</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>sulla pelle!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span">Mani conserte verso il cielo...</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>son preghiere e suppliche!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">rivolte a nostro <span class="Apple-style-span">Signore!</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Viso tracciato di lacrime che lacerano</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>l'anima...il cuore!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Rabbia e disperazione!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>di questa vita di merda!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> Di questo mondo fatto di sporchi </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> politici e padroni corrotti che se la ridono!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Alla faccia di poveri cittadini SCHIAVI!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OycbUQ0eJcY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-42259766751408820322011-10-05T23:20:00.004+02:002011-10-06T11:32:54.351+02:004 ANGELI LASSU'....<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjL4nfNQlNk/TozKVpIHHKI/AAAAAAAAF9E/488EQIJDuFA/s1600/083020865-3c853cb3-5cdc-441b-aac0-b9445acbeaa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjL4nfNQlNk/TozKVpIHHKI/AAAAAAAAF9E/488EQIJDuFA/s400/083020865-3c853cb3-5cdc-441b-aac0-b9445acbeaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660121304863808674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Come siete belle...allegre...sorridenti.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Eravate piene di vita...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Il destino purtroppo ha voluto che accadesse </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>una cosa così brutale!ingiusta!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ora...dove prima si sentivano baccano di allegri</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>sorrisi ...c'è solo silenzio...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Si ascolta ora solo il pianto..</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>il dolore...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>la disperazione...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Non temete...ora riposate sui vostri cuscini...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>riposate...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sorrideteci da lassù...vi stringo....dolce stelle.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Arrivederci.................................................</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"><img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/808/808666dyu4zz0ug2.gif" width="269" height="414" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"></a></i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>........................................................................Silenzio............................................................ Giusy...........................................</i></span></a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39Q8q9Dcpfg/To11nEQYENI/AAAAAAAAF9M/XIV2sPPY4yg/s400/lutto-cittadino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660309620692357330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px; " /></a></i></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>CLICCATE QUI......IN BASSO SU IL TITOLO DELL'ARTICOLO E LEGGETE.</i></span></a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="</i"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://bari.repubblica.it/cronaca/2011/10/05/news/barletta_confezioni-22718154/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><h1 style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 29px; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; line-height: 30px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Forbici e sogni, la vita spezzata<br />delle donne delle confezioni</span></h1><h1 style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 29px; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; line-height: 30px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></h1></a></i></div></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-44657211741472345462011-10-03T18:22:00.004+02:002011-10-03T18:54:09.281+02:00IL MIO PAESE IN LUTTO...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGBm45HLmyI/Tonn3ThoTSI/AAAAAAAAF8c/PLkTfzhcN_s/s1600/lutto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGBm45HLmyI/Tonn3ThoTSI/AAAAAAAAF8c/PLkTfzhcN_s/s400/lutto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659309344087887138" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>CROLLA PALAZZINA A BARLETTA</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Una palazzina di due piani abitata da quattro famiglie è crollata a Barletta,poco lontano dal centro storico.Sotto c'era un laboratorio di sartoria.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I soccorritori cercano una bambina che al momento del crollo si trovava in uno degli appartamenti e di una lavoratrice.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Dalle macerie sono state estratte le prime due persone,un uomo e una donna,che sono state trasportate in ospedale.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Il lavoro dei soccorritori risulta particolarmente frenetico perché nella zona c'è un forte odore di gas,probabilmente causato dalla rottura di una conduttura in seguito al crollo.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sul posto, tra gli altri,sono giunti il procuratore della Repubblica di Trani,Carlo Maria Capristo con il pm Giuseppe Maralfa.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>L'edificio pericolante era stato già segnalato,come riporta il sito barlettalive.it,l'edifico crollato era stato già segnalato a maggio dall'ufficio Tecnico del Comune,che aveva chiesto l'interdizione al traffico della via su cui si affaccia la palazzina.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I vigili del fuoco erano intervenuti,in quell'occasione,per rimuovere una parte della muratura al primo piano perchè in condizioni precarie.La zona,poi,transennata a scopo precauzionale con la conseguente chiusura al traffico della strada.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>OGGI 3 OTTOBRE 2011 NESSUNO SI SAREBBE ASPETTATO SIMILE TRAGEDIA!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>POCO FA LE ULTIME NOTIZIE...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Hanno tirato fuori una ragazza di 14 anni...è morta.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sotto ci sono altri corpi...un parente delle vittime ha provato a chiamare con il telefonino...pare che ci sia speranza!ha risposto una donna al telefono!li sotto...c'è vita!!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Prego piango sperando solo che qualcuno di loro sia vivo...C'è la madre di un amica di mia figlia...stava lavorando in quella sartoria...Dio mio!!spero solo che sia viva.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Il paese è distrutto...siamo amareggiati.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Siamo in lutto e con la speranza che qualcuno ci aiuti.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Silenzio....</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0wnMWWnUnMc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MC2IVMS2Sh8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-44311009734058070312011-09-24T09:18:00.009+02:002011-09-24T13:25:34.969+02:00IO VIOLINO...TU SPARTITO...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y68sgXfV_KE/Tn2IKq2wsxI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/QhSj2zZNiGw/s1600/violino.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><blockquote></blockquote><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y68sgXfV_KE/Tn2IKq2wsxI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/QhSj2zZNiGw/s400/violino.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655826423931253522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i></i></span></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Mistico odore<br />di sogni lontani…<br />Mani che scorrono</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>sulle mie linee...<br />dita che sfiorano,<br />e affiorano gemiti...<br />La smania cresce</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>nelle mie note d’amore...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Sei spartito io violino...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Lascia vibrare tra le tue mani,<br />nelle mie corde...<br />sfiora i fili invisibili</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>dell'anima mia...<br />trasformale in calde note di passione!<br />Ora ...afferra l’archetto<br />stringilo nel pugno...<br />e adagialo su di me…<br />Sento… vibrarmi dentro!<br />la fronte sudata<br />corto il respiro e l’arco...<br />inizia la sua ritmica danza…</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Si affollano visioni</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>nella mia mente..<br />Il piacere strappa</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>via i miei sensi ad occhi socchiusi...<br />L'estasi pervade ogni</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); ">fibra del mio corpo...<br />il finale piu’ forte…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "> acuto…</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Un crescere di note esplosive,<br />disciolta nel vento e’ la musica ora...<br />come polvere di questa terra<br />che libera i miei desideri </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>e mi dona luce di vita<br />in una nota d’amore e passione.<br /><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Giusy</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>P.S.Questa poesia l'ho scritta un anno fa...</i></span></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i></i></span></span></div></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-41156783498339402302011-09-19T10:01:00.010+02:002011-09-21T23:30:13.707+02:00GOCCE DI CERA...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMaqMuHqCQE/Tnb9W75ROKI/AAAAAAAAF5A/wfK-y21IiI4/s1600/1139b4b9a12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMaqMuHqCQE/Tnb9W75ROKI/AAAAAAAAF5A/wfK-y21IiI4/s400/1139b4b9a12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653984952687081634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>La sento cadere su la pelle...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> calore che brucia tanto </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>da farmi eccitare...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Si risvegliano in me i sensi...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e il corpo incomincia a tremare...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Resto ferma e confusa</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> per un attimo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Non riesco a capire ...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ma è meraviglioso...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Le gocce piano piano</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>si induriscono su di me</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>mentre mi abbandono</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> dolcemente...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>E' un gioco </i><i>folle</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>ma meraviglioso...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Non riesco a controllarlo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span><i>sensazioni, ed emozioni troppo forti...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Chiudo gli occhi cercando</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>di percepire fino in fondo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>questo piacere...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Mi mordo le labbra</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>mentre cadono ancora </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>gocce di cera su di me...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Fa male...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ma resisto a questo dolore...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e godo fino alla fine.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-80800971178381127382011-09-11T21:51:00.003+02:002011-09-11T22:55:19.775+02:00IL MITICO TOTO'...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myyUagMlNos/Tm0gG4HTfsI/AAAAAAAAF4w/T_lyhaMj3Ec/s1600/Tot%25C3%25B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myyUagMlNos/Tm0gG4HTfsI/AAAAAAAAF4w/T_lyhaMj3Ec/s400/Tot%25C3%25B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651208409934167746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Il mitico Totò..."nome d'arte"di Antonio De Curtis.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Napoletano...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Amo questo grande artista...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>lui era soprannominato"il principe della risata"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>è stato un attore fenomenale!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>un commediografo,paroliere,poeta e sceneggiatore italiano.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>E ancor oggi è rimasto nei nostri cuori....</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Giusy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="400" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SzrEfkjdzgw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">«Signorina<br />veniamo noi con questa mia</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">addirvi una parola che scusate se sono poche</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">ma sette cento mila lire;</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">noi ci fanno specie che questanno</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">c'è stato una grande morìa delle vacche</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">come voi... ben sapete.:</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">questa moneta servono a che voi vi con l'insalata</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">consolate dai dispiacere che avreta</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">perché dovete lasciare nostro nipote</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">che gli zii che siamo noi medesimo di persona</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">vi mandano questo [la scatola con i soldi]</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">perché il giovanotto è studente che studia</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">che si deve prendere una laura</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">che deve tenere la testa al solito posto cioè sul collo.;<br />Salutandovi indistintamente</span></p><p style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: large; ">i fratelli Caponi (che siamo noi)»</span></p></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p style="text-align: center; "><br /></p></span></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-83527873382870158072011-09-10T23:40:00.005+02:002011-09-11T00:27:49.136+02:00UOMO E DONNA...<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzdfqlrYLrU/TmvjPzT4qZI/AAAAAAAAF4o/8sZgPpHgbZ0/s400/uomo%2Be%2Bdonna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650860018077575570" /><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><i>L'uomo è la più elevata creature...La donna è sublime degli ideali.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><p align="center" style="font-size: large; margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>Dio fece per l’uomo un trono, per la donna un altare.<br /></span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>Il trono esalta, l’altare santifica. </span></span></p><p align="center" style="font-size: large; margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; ">L’uomo è il cervello. La donna il cuore.<br />Il cervello fabbrica luce, il cuore produce amore.<br />La luce feconda, l’amore resuscita.<br />L’uomo è forte per la ragione.<br />La donna è invincibile per le lacrime.<br />La ragione convince, le lacrime commuovono.</span></p><p align="center" style="font-size: large; margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>L’uomo è capace di tutti gli eroismi.<br />La donna di tutti i martìri.<br />L’eroismo nobilita, il martirio sublima.<br />L’uomo ha la supremazia.<br />La donna la preferenza.<br />La supremazia significa forza;<br />la preferenza rappresenta il diritto.</span></span></p><p align="center" style="font-size: large; margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span></span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>L’uomo è un genio. La donna un angelo.<br />Il genio è incommensurabile;<br />l’angelo indefinibile.<br />L’aspirazione dell’uomo è la gloria suprema.<br />L’aspirazione della donna è la virtù estrema.<br />La gloria rende tutto grande; la virtù rende tutto divino.</span></span></p><p align="center" style="font-size: large; margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span></span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>L’uomo è un codice. La donna un vangelo.<br />Il codice corregge, il vangelo perfeziona.<br />L’uomo pensa. La donna sogna.<br />Pensare è avere il cranio di una larva;<br />sognare è avere sulla fronte un’aureola. </span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>L’uomo è un oceano. La donna un lago.<br />L’oceano ha la perla che adorna;<br />il lago la poesia che abbaglia.<br />L’uomo è l’aquila che vola.<br />La donna è l’usignolo che canta.<br />Volare è dominare lo spazio;<br />cantare è conquistare l’Anima. </span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>L’uomo è un tempio. La donna il sacrario.<br />Dinanzi al tempio ci scopriamo;<br />davanti al sacrario ci inginocchiamo. </span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span>Infine:<br />l’uomo si trova dove termina la terra,<br />la donna dove comincia il cielo. </span></span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "> </span><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; "> </span></p><p align="center" style="margin-top: 0.8em; margin-right: 0em; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ske02" style="line-height: 1.5em; " > (Victor Hugo)</span></p></i></span></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-12093765901805396882011-09-09T12:15:00.009+02:002011-09-09T12:26:39.212+02:00ALTER EGO...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4fYahuPXrU/TmnohNMas0I/AAAAAAAAF4Y/LNv1IEEHXJE/s1600/melyssa-ford-alter-ego.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4fYahuPXrU/TmnohNMas0I/AAAAAAAAF4Y/LNv1IEEHXJE/s400/melyssa-ford-alter-ego.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650302864688067394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p>Un nome dal suono celestiale! </p><p>al contrario, qualcosa di forte!</p><p>un ’altra me si sta facendo spazio</p><p> oggi nella mia corazza!!</p><p>ha quasi voglia si scoppiare..</p><p>di urlare…</p><p>L’altra me è tutt’altro che dolce ora!</p><p>è istinto puro…</p><p>quello stesso istinto che mi ha</p><p> portata più volte a sbagliare..</p><p>l’altra me vorrei non esistesse,</p><p> ma sono le circostanze che la fanno venir fuori..</p><p>lei se ne sta lì, al suo posto, buona, e dorme…</p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p>Nessuno è solo!</p><p>..siamo noi l’altra parte di noi stessi e basta!!</p><p>Giusy</p></span></i></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-65958461851630646632011-09-08T00:22:00.007+02:002011-09-08T07:07:29.681+02:00EROISMO ALLA POSTA...:)))<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXN0WlCdqZs/Tmf2gFJZd7I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/eCV6_ZiDIWw/s1600/TV_Cellulare.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXN0WlCdqZs/Tmf2gFJZd7I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/eCV6_ZiDIWw/s400/TV_Cellulare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649755288557418418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Stamattina presto dopo aver sistemano casa e varie cose,sono</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>andata alla posta per ritirare una raccomandata.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Nel mio paese c'è sempre un gran disagio delle raccomandate e dei pacchi postali!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>C'è sempre folla!gente brontolona!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ogni volta sempre stessa storia!bisogna mettersi l'anima in pace,in quanto andare</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>alla posta centrale vuol dire "salutarsi con le famiglie!"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Scrivo questo non per dimostrare il mio mal contento</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>("anche perché non credo che il sindaco della mia città legga il mio blog"),ma per</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>raccontarvi un episodio alquanto singolare e buffo.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ora ve lo racconto:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Mentre ero li che aspettavo il mio turno,la persona davanti a me comincia a</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>giocherellare con il suo telefonino,ad un tratto si sente:( un sottofondo musicale)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Mmmmhhh!...dai!dai!...prendimi...sbattimi!sono tua dai dai</span>!</b>ecc....</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Beh!immaginate cos'è accaduto!ahahahah!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Le persone che si trovavano in fila,e le persone </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">delle file vicine smisero pian piano di </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">vociferare tra di loro:</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ma che modi!ma che cafone volgare!e bla bla!:))</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Stavano girandosi verso la fonte sonora.Il malcapitato"porello"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>arrossendo,cerca di pigiare i tasti del telefonino,col tentativo impacciato di spegnerlo(forse...boh!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Non riuscendosi se lo infila nel taschino del pantalone...proferendo parole:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"<b><span class="Apple-style-span">scusate è di mio figlio,non so come...</span>"</b>,ed abbandona la fila,quasi correndo,per uscire dalla posta!!hihihii.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>L'episodio ha provocato sonore risate in alcuni e di stizza in altri,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ed ha anche dato come risultato il mio scavalcare di un posto!;))</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Tornando a casa ripensavo a quel poveretto!!:))</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Dio ho pensato:</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> "<b>certo che non volevo proprio starci nei panni di quell'uomo!!":)))</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Vedete?cosa accade con la tecnologia di telefonia"nuova?"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>suonerie originali,sms sonori ecc?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Meglio il mio vecchio telefonino...con suonerie classiche!hahahah!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy</i></span></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-18001865911862083872011-09-05T14:33:00.004+02:002011-09-05T17:40:45.116+02:00LE PAROLE....<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiQe_HAYcjk/TmTGOj9OVII/AAAAAAAAF3I/oxB6Oqw8xcM/s1600/le%2Bparole.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiQe_HAYcjk/TmTGOj9OVII/AAAAAAAAF3I/oxB6Oqw8xcM/s400/le%2Bparole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648857786101945474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ci sono parole dolci...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Con punti ,virgola,pause che riempiono l'aria.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole sussurrate,o urlare,o disperate...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole che fuggono,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>sfiorano la mente con tocco delicato,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>deciso,violento...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole di acqua,parole di terra...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>parole d'amore o di rabbia,o anche di odio.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole precise,sincere,o a volte distorte,infedeli</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole sfiorate,rubate,lasciate...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole cercate,trovate...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole di Vita,parole di morte...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Parole non dette ma intuite,sottese...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Le parole dicono ,le parole nascono...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Le parole restano o si dimenticano!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Le parole respirano...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Infine ci sono parole sincere e pulite di chi</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ha un cuore puro e sincero...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e le senti fino infondo all'anima.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy</i></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-73761272261293993952011-09-02T14:48:00.006+02:002011-09-02T15:19:43.078+02:00COME UNA ROSA....<img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toT8XDuB1W4/TmDRsuURwdI/AAAAAAAAF2w/dZ6JfCcFn40/s400/rosso9.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647744499000132050" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Cerco di dimenticare le implicazioni d'amore sono il respiro che respiriamo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><i>
<br /></i></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><u><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aikDwYJzT7o/TmCevoxDoHI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/nOdBwGkNbqo/s400/rosso7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647688473956819058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /></i></span></u></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><u><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>
<br /></i></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>come è possibile tirarsi dietro le parole che si dicono...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>quando pronunciano qualcosa che intinga l'anima in soffusi</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>sensi di intimità...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; " ><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; " ><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwRbnmXiZc/TmDTFebIxAI/AAAAAAAAF24/SYWV5kXp1MQ/s400/rosso6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647746023742292994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>poggi la testa sul suo seno e ne senti tutta la morbidezza e il calore...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>quando ti prende ad assorbire della sua compagnia...e desideri donarle quanto più</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>puoi...perché lei si senta circondata d'amore...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Su6IG_tNqk/TmCeYgjUh-I/AAAAAAAAF2A/bmGv-MaF4_I/s1600/rosso4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Su6IG_tNqk/TmCeYgjUh-I/AAAAAAAAF2A/bmGv-MaF4_I/s400/rosso4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647688076614731746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /></i></span></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>perché ogni frase che si insinui nella melodia del cuore....</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>ogni singola nota...una sinfonia...ogni pausa...il tempo per conoscere il tempo...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjBu-l3iVpQ/TmCeNOrIzrI/AAAAAAAAF14/9z1m1SkBEM8/s1600/rosso3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjBu-l3iVpQ/TmCeNOrIzrI/AAAAAAAAF14/9z1m1SkBEM8/s400/rosso3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647687882837118642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></i></span></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>La natura ha cambiato i suoi colori...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>e le stagioni producono la tiepidezza di un tempo così atteso...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtTnifk_Wkk/TmCeC-IDmwI/AAAAAAAAF1w/lllcPZKiBi4/s1600/rosso1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtTnifk_Wkk/TmCeC-IDmwI/AAAAAAAAF1w/lllcPZKiBi4/s400/rosso1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647687706596317954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /></i></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>velluto fra le mani...quando sfiori il suo viso </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>e gli occhi densi di un'infinita dolcezza....</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f8O9nB0moA/TmCd8pvvkLI/AAAAAAAAF1o/DH4yrvNYB4I/s1600/rosso.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f8O9nB0moA/TmCd8pvvkLI/AAAAAAAAF1o/DH4yrvNYB4I/s400/rosso.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647687598046417074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /></i></span></a><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>quando le parole si confondono con gli sguardi...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>e il dialogo si fa più intenso...ma senza alcun rumore come la neve quando cade al suolo...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>come il mattino quando lo vedi e lo respiri sino in fondo.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;" ><i>Giusy.</i></span></span></div></div></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-31420021305620094252011-08-28T11:11:00.004+02:002011-08-28T11:40:33.140+02:00LA RETE DI INDRA...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99DZSpLAVgM/TloJ5wKjvKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/ULgE4yqx_sU/s1600/rete%2Bdi%2Bindra.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99DZSpLAVgM/TloJ5wKjvKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/ULgE4yqx_sU/s400/rete%2Bdi%2Bindra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645835970648718498" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Indra...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Forza e Divinità che proteggi e nutri la Vita...</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Intuisti che l'intero cosmo era contenuto da granelli di polvere...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>e decidesti così di mettere una rete intorno all'universo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ora la rete è li...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>si estende in tutte le direzioni...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>non ha né inizio né fine...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Nella rete ci appendesti dei gioielli...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>uno diverso dall'altro...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>In ogni nodo c'è un gioiello che rappresenta un essere vivente...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Riflettono di luce tra di loro...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>nessun gioiello può emanare una luce senza che questa</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>non venga riflessa da tutti gli altri...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ogni gioiello riceve la luce...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>la stessa emanata da qualsiasi altro...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Rete di Indra...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>i tuoi gioielli brillano all'unisono...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ma ognuno però è diverso dall'altro.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
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<br /></i></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-60998653694163195722011-08-27T11:48:00.005+02:002011-08-27T12:13:41.163+02:00AIUTIAMO MATTIA....<div style="text-align: center;">Appello del padre del piccolo Mattia....</div><div style="text-align: center;">mi si stringe il cuore...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vi prego fate appello per aiutare anche voi questo bambino!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io l'ho fatto...</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Giusy</div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-519702528316891592011-08-25T00:32:00.003+02:002011-08-25T08:42:27.295+02:00UN DONO...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbp2-CUaMgg/TlV8RtUUQrI/AAAAAAAAFzo/lDZ6bUaCGd8/s1600/iltuoabbraccio.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vbp2-CUaMgg/TlV8RtUUQrI/AAAAAAAAFzo/lDZ6bUaCGd8/s400/iltuoabbraccio.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644554351643214514" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Stanotte ti farò un dono....</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Uno di quelli che non scorderai facilmente...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Scivolerò lenta sulla tua pelle...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">accarezzando lievemente con le dita il profilo del tuo corpo...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Ti farò vibrare di sensazioni forti ...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">fino ad entrare nella tua anima e arrivare in fondo al cuore...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Ti rapirò la mente ... </p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">e ti ubriacherò di baci mentre le mie labbra che sfioreranno tutto il tuo corpo...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Giocheremo insieme ...tra coccole e baci... fino ad impazzire</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">Sarai mio!....</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; ">in questa notte stellata e silenziosa...</p><p class="yiv84225590MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; 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<br />Eccomi finalmente sono tornata sul mio pc...Mi siete mancati tanto!!!<div>Ora vi racconto:</div><div>Che bello incontrare un amico dopo tanto tempo...soprattutto quando ti senti solo,quando ti senti angosciato,quando devi prendere una decisione importante.</div><div>Venerdì mattina ho rivisto dopo tre anni un amico a me caro.</div><div>Appuntamento al solito bar...ero emozionata...tremavo tutta e sudavo le mani.</div><div>Vederlo mentre mi veniva incontro mi rasserenava.</div><div>Si avvicinò a me e senza pensarci due volte mi abbraccio fortissimo.</div><div>Mi accarezzo il viso...mi fece i complimenti dicendomi:</div><div>Giusy sei sempre più bella!</div><div>Il mio cuore era impazzito...batteva così forte da togliermi il respiro.</div><div>Mi invitò a sedere...prendemmo un cappuccino e cornetti.</div><div>Parlammo ore,ore...lui era emozionatissimo quasi quanto me...</div><div>mi guardava mentre parlavo con occhi dolci...sinceri.</div><div>Mi è mancato tanto il suo sguardo...lui sa leggermi dentro e capire tutto e tanto di me...</div><div>altrettanto io di lui.</div><div>Mi raccontò dei suoi viaggi...dei suoi errori,dei suoi amori falliti,del suo progetto,della sua famiglia,e infine della sua grande decisione...</div><div>Parlammo anche di me...dei miei dolori,della mia famiglia,delle mie scelte ecc...</div><div>Mi sentivo bene con lui...le ore scorrevano e non me ne rendevo conto.</div><div>Chiarimmo tante cose lasciate in sospeso...malintesi,parole,discussioni per colpa di terze persone.</div><div>Mi fece vedere con il suo portatile cose di cui aspettavo da tempo una risposta...una spiegazione.</div><div>Ed era tutto come pensavo io!Stesse persone,stesse manovre!</div><div>Mi ha chiesto perdono su tantissime cose...e si è ricreduto su tantissime situazioni che per colpa d altri si erano create.</div><div>Mi ha messo in guardia da questa gente...che "purtroppo"ho conosciuto nel blog!</div><div>Ma ho sorriso...sapevo già a priori di questa gente marcia!</div><div>Ero tesa...nervosa al solo ricordare le cattiverie che hanno fatto a me,lui e a altri miei amici blogger.</div><div>Lui ad un tratto...per farmi sorridere incominciò a parlare in Siciliano....ahahahah!</div><div>adoro la sua parlantina!</div><div>Ridevo da matti perchè tentavo di pronunciare le stesse parole dette da lui!!ahahah!</div><div>Mi abbraccio dicendomi:</div><div>Sei bella quando sorridi Giusy...sii serena e non dar retta a tutta questa gentaglia!</div><div>Gente invidiosa!</div><div>Ci fu un attimo di silenzio tra noi....</div><div>Ad un tratto mi diede un pacchettino rosso...con un grazioso nastrino dorato.</div><div>Ero rimasta senza parole....</div><div>Su dai Giusy aprilo!</div><div>Il pacco conteneva due cose a me care...il mio diario e la penna dorata.</div><div>Ero emozionata...lacrime di gioa scorrevano senza tregua.</div><div>Mi asciugò le lacrime col pollice...e mi disse:</div><div>Giusy...non piangere...promettimi che riprenderai a scrivere le tue poesie...quelle che mi fanno sognare tanto...</div><div>Promettimi che sarai serena,luminosa e solare come una volta...ti prego Giusy...tu vali tanto non dimenticarlo mai.</div><div>Chinai il capo...con un magone in gola e gli risposi:</div><div>Te lo prometto...perchè voglio bene a me stessa,ai miei cari e a te...</div><div>Parlammo per altri 10 minuti poi...ci salutammo e ci ripromettemmo di non allontanarci più...e sopratutto di non dar retta alla gente fasulla!</div><div>L'amicizia è una cosa straordinaria....</div><div>Ci aiuta ad essere noi stessi,ci differenzia.</div><div>Nell'amicizia il tempo è come se non esistesse...</div><div>L'amicizia è un dato,non un problema...</div><div>L'amico del cuore è quello di cui ti fidi...a cui riveli i tuoi segreti....</div><div>sicuro che....non ti tradirà mai!</div><div> </div><div>Giusy</div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-27952856433700982802011-08-12T11:01:00.010+02:002011-08-12T17:56:26.542+02:00TELEFONATA INASPETTATA...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiUYYmQvtkE/TkTy3VUMGnI/AAAAAAAAFvE/OmQfPFXDaeQ/s400/DSC00416.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639899665803254386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Buongiorno a tutti...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>stamani sto meglio!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Svegliata presto...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> per colpa del telefonino che squillava...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>una telefonata inaspettata...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Tutto mi aspettavo ma non questa meravigliosa sorpresa!</i></span></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bl1ecnxZgOM/TkTzM7igOBI/AAAAAAAAFvM/Cc0V55m9wyg/s400/sms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639900036841093138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 280px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Rispondo al telefono con il cuore che batte a mille...</i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>avevo un po timore di rispondere...ansia,gioia,hanno scatenato in me un vero timore di non riuscire nemmeno a dire</i></span></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zH0AgCk-Sp8/TkTzjsIAiqI/AAAAAAAAFvU/DDG2kVOnAVI/s400/donna-al-telefono.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639900427840424610" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>:Pronto?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ho risposto...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Pronto?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"si pronto Giusy come stai? sono io ........."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
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<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"Ok gioia...fa con calma sono qui!"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Riaggancio il telefonino il cuore a mille...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>erano anni che aspettavo questa telefonata....cosa faccio?cosa dico?penso tra me e me!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>l'emozione è tanta!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ora però vado...vi farò sapere ok?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Bacioni!!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Giusy</span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-3788823881114866942011-08-10T13:16:00.004+02:002011-08-10T13:29:36.562+02:00ME...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TglnGBdj-l4/TkJqilJdI2I/AAAAAAAAFug/uhNzYEf4an0/s1600/3821070_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TglnGBdj-l4/TkJqilJdI2I/AAAAAAAAFug/uhNzYEf4an0/s400/3821070_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639186825741149026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">
<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">E dopo tanti calci in faccia!tanti sassi ...</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">l'ultimo colpo è stato il più forte!! ha colpito dritto al cuore! fino in fondo l'anima!</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> Ora voglio serenità...</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">pace....silenzio...</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> per raggiungere la pace interiore!</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">La pace interiore consiste nel portare a termire</span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">tutte le cose che avevo iniziato...e che ho tralasciato...</span></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Mi sono guardata attorno
<br /></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>ma sopratutto dentro di me...</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>ho provato a guardarmi dentro...</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>troppo dolore...ho bisogno di ripresa...di risalire...</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>e di riprendere le mie forze...</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>ora non mi va di fare nulla!!!</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>mangiare,bere,ridere,cantare,scrivere parlare....</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>non ne ho voglia!!!</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>ora è così....domani?........ vedremo.</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>
<br /></i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>Vi voglio bene...Giusy.</i></span></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>
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<br /></span></p></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-27133389144356168762011-08-08T19:28:00.006+02:002011-08-08T20:32:58.869+02:00AVVISO IMPORTANTE!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8b3f3kZU31o/TkAhxyxLjjI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/dDnImWNBHUE/s1600/Furto%2Bd%2527identit%25C3%25A0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8b3f3kZU31o/TkAhxyxLjjI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/dDnImWNBHUE/s400/Furto%2Bd%2527identit%25C3%25A0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638543872793218610" /></a>
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<br /></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-86705274765213147182011-08-07T09:39:00.005+02:002011-08-07T14:26:07.293+02:00GOMITOLI DI LANA...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1P_19pU7f4/Tj5JiZYZQbI/AAAAAAAAFuA/UEa7JWR1A0k/s1600/nonna_e_nipote.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1P_19pU7f4/Tj5JiZYZQbI/AAAAAAAAFuA/UEa7JWR1A0k/s400/nonna_e_nipote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638024638792024498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Quanto son teneri i nostri nonni....</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>silenziosamente e con dolcezza lasciavano scorrere il tempo senza preoccuparsene.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ricordo mia nonna...donna molto fragile ma molto determinata al punto giusto.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Aveva i capelli bianchi raccolti in una crocchia sulla nuca,tenuta insieme da vecchie forcine di osso...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Capelli sottili,ormai radi,da sempre raccolti su quella nuca,che aveva conosciuto vecchi cuscini di piume e di lini grezzi,duri,lavati con le cenere,e stesi al sole ad asciugare...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Il suo viso...piene di rughe...percorsi di dolori e di sorrisi...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Pelle da tartaruga indurita al sole,durante i lavori nei campi...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Amava tanto lavorare a maglia...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ricordo che disfava vecchi maglioni,oppure comprava matasse da "Lucia"merceria accanto alla chiesa parrocchiale.Faceva dei gomitoli ,usando credo che si chiamasse così,l'aspo...un oggetto di legno con braccia circolari per ridurre tutta la lana in comodi gomitoli...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Quando le eravamo vicino,ci chiedeva di allargare le braccia...e tenere fra i pollici e gli indici la lana...Era un gioco...un dolcissimo abbraccio...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sorrideva con le sue gengive senza denti...mentre passava il gomitolo sotto e sopra le nostre braccia...Sapeva di borotalco mia nonna...e di foglie di basilico...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Aveva gli occhi verdi molto espressivi...le sue labbra dolcissime ....</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>usciva una voce melodica che al solo ascoltarla ti sentivi rasserenato...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Mani grosse da contadina...e dite deformate dall'atrosi...ma erano capaci di carezze leggere.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Indossava abiti scuri,un pò' scoloriti e aveva i piedi un pò grandi per entrare in qualsiasi scarpa...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>A lei le bastavano ciabatte sgualcite...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Amava ascoltare i nostri discorsi...non giudicava mai nè</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> noi nè i nostri amici nè i nostri folli progetti...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ci chiedeva solo di stare con lei fermi,per poco...ed aprire le braccia...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Non possedeva niente....e non poteva lasciarci altro che teneri ricordi.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>P.S DEDICO QUESTO POST A MIA NONNA MARIA....</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>CIAO NONNA...DA LASSU' SO CHE MI SORRIDI...TI PENSO SEMPRE</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>MI MANCHI...TI VOGLIO BENE.....Giusy.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><br /></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-69831064527441396602011-08-01T07:08:00.006+02:002011-08-01T11:13:19.308+02:00LE MONTAGNE....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6no7opclhsU/TjZt-myp_TI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/-31JTKhwTfw/s1600/camminare.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6no7opclhsU/TjZt-myp_TI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/-31JTKhwTfw/s400/camminare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635812906033085746" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Afferra gli spiriti della montagna...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>lascia che divulgano i loro segreti...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Solo con la forza</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>vi è la scoperta.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Secondo la tradizione le montagne racchiudono ogni risposta.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Numerosi cercatori si sono avventurati al loro interno.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Addentrandosi nella cavità delle montagne è possibile percepire...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Scoprire grandi cose a volte implica grandi sacrifici ma tutti noi dovremmo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>andare sulle montagne in cerca di risposte...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Questi monti,di cui le scritture parlano,sono in realtà tutti gli aspetti</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>sconosciuti della nostra mente...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Tramite la meditazione,noi possiamo a poco a poco scoprire i segreti</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>dell'essere umano e cercare i tesori nascosti nell'anima...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Proprio come una vera esplorazione,la meditazione è un processo pieno di pericoli,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>poiché riuscire significherebbe trovare tesori unici...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>ma il fallimento ci porterebbe alla follia e all'ossessione...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Tuttavia,non esiste un metodo migliore se vogliamo percorrere le parti più nascoste</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>della nostra mente e capire veramente chi siamo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>infatti l'introspezione non sarebbe così profonda e la psicoterapia non ci porterebbe necessariamente ad affrontare ogni parte di noi...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Quindi solamente con la meditazione possiamo imparare a penetrare nel profondo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>della nostra mente ed impossessarci dei tesori che in essa sono celati.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>(Giusy& j)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-12648348692540413742011-07-30T00:29:00.005+02:002011-07-30T07:54:51.201+02:00LACRIME DI GHIACCIO....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZxGvaiY02M/TjObN-fYorI/AAAAAAAAFso/jmWLmqileeI/s1600/lacrime%2Bdi%2Bsangue.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZxGvaiY02M/TjObN-fYorI/AAAAAAAAFso/jmWLmqileeI/s400/lacrime%2Bdi%2Bsangue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635018223185863346" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Un immensa voglia di piangere</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">avvolge l’anima </span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">nel suo umido manto nero</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">togliendomi il respiro.</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Lacrime di ghiaccio </span></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "> scorrono senza tregua </span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "> sfiorando la pelle asciutta...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">creando dei solchi profondi </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">che feriscono...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">graffiano!...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Fanno talmente male </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">dal punto di farmi sanguinare!..,</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Scende veloce quella goccia</span></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "> di ghiaccio e sangue...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">segue lentamente il mio viso!</span></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "><i>Scende fino al cuore...</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "><i>dentro l'anima mia</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "><i>lacerandomi tutta!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Sangue che si fonde al ghiaccio...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">come in una danza di altri tempi...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">la lega a se sciogliendola cosi</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "> da diventare un'unica cosa!</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Lacrime di sangue affollano il viso...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">alcune si soffermano su le labbra tese di dolore!<span></span></span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Vengono assaggiate!</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">sapore di mare e di zucchero!</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">il dolce è sangue e le lacrime salate!</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">Danno alle labbra e alla lingua</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">una piacevole sensazione...</span><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; ">che sembra sviare i pensieri</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; "><i>che l'hanno generate!</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Giusy.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p style="line-height: 30px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 25px; font-size: medium; "> </span></div></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-90397837771188266162011-07-26T23:31:00.011+02:002011-07-27T13:26:05.076+02:00WAITING...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMn-x2ukAM/Ti8-KLmW1rI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/GuvYh4cClhA/s1600/era.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gMn-x2ukAM/Ti8-KLmW1rI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/GuvYh4cClhA/s400/era.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633790003497064114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>Aspetto persa nei</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">miei pensieri....<br />mentre sento che </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">sta arrivando lui...</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Quanta emozione in quell' attesa</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>i ricordi era</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>no nitidi</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>come una fot</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>ografia..</i></span></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rprf6O9aGGs/Ti86rr65nGI/AAAAAAAAFqo/h4G2uzYxkNs/s400/0.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633786181062335586" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>la tenerezza del suo sguardo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>mi faceva capire che il suo cuore</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> era pieno d'amore per me...<br />La sua voce mi rasserena...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "> ...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">mi riscalda </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">nelle notti solitari</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: large; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">e...</span></i></span></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jU9_gvH3QwM/Ti88AoR-ZRI/AAAAAAAAFq4/3BRIRiseLoE/s400/30275_134208766589266_114219048588238_385752_6888889_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633787640374256914" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>La poesia delle sue</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>parole scritte e sussurra</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>te...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>son racchiuse in un libro...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>unico e dolce ...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>come il nostro amore.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Quel libro è nel mio cuore...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>pagine che parlano di me...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>di te...di noi...<img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGXyKWzBFoU/Ti89BPf1mgI/AAAAAAAAFrA/kGMrATRfxqg/s400/poesia.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633788750413011458" />Il nostro essere lontani</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>non era più sopportabile...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">E' stato sofferente...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; ">buio...</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Ma adesso che sei qui am</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 27px; font-size: large; "><i>ore mio...</i></span></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAr8sRkxoF8/Ti89lwzeElI/AAAAAAAAFrI/79gn3N1QDGw/s400/164733_177064388990681_122690684428052_453179_1947446_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633789377829016146" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>tutto è più luminoso ...più bello...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><i>non ti lascerò mai più...</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><i> andare via.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>(Giusy)</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; "><em><br /></em></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-47644254319077146332011-07-23T00:01:00.009+02:002011-09-14T13:28:46.083+02:00DOLCE SENTIRE...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnxWXlTyotY/Tin2MstOIqI/AAAAAAAAFqY/0afZD13rvsk/s1600/aed6e8b9a9e0a33476b5426763925aa1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnxWXlTyotY/Tin2MstOIqI/AAAAAAAAFqY/0afZD13rvsk/s400/aed6e8b9a9e0a33476b5426763925aa1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632303507023209122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">La stanchezza si propaga in me,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> piano, un minuto dopo l’altro... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">Sento i secondi battere</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> nel silenzio di questa notte...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> vorrei sprofondare in un sonno profondo...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> ma cerco risposte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Risposte che non posso trovare...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> ...cerco te... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">Te che sei ovunque...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> ed in nessun luogo...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> che sei in me e in ogni cosa che sono...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Sei qui attorno, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">sei dentro...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">stai sfiorando la mia anima. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">Sento il tuo tocco,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> è così caldo... quasi brucia...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">Vorrei parlarti</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> nonostante le palpebre </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">mi scivolino sugli occhi... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">So che ti perderei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">qualora cadessi nei sogni...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> per quanto tenace possa </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: large; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">essere </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">la speranza...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> di trovarti in essi...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Non vi sarai...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Tu esisti...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> sul confine d’illusione e realtà...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> sei così sfuggente...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">Sei luce, sei aria,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> sei tutto ciò in cui credo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Sei la colonna che regge la mia fede,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> tanto solida quando invisibile... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">Ascoltami... se puoi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Le parole fluiscono dalla mia mente...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> libere come un fiume senza argini...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Tu vieni nel silenzio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> e nella quiete...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; ">M’invochi in chissà quale modo...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> e l’anima risponde... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "> Sempre!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">(Autore E. E. Eldaryen)</span></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183895945745138508.post-86744006118845356662011-07-20T07:38:00.003+02:002011-07-20T08:16:22.476+02:00SORRISO...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXPBuk_jdcs/TiZykDErZVI/AAAAAAAAFqA/j8vz6ARBVsI/s1600/sorriso.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXPBuk_jdcs/TiZykDErZVI/AAAAAAAAFqA/j8vz6ARBVsI/s400/sorriso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631314347699168594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Ogni istante è freccia dell'arco.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Convogliare le forze è necessario...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Nel pasto del sonno,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>nella distrazione e nella lucidità,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>ogni frazione di tempo e di spazio</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>è fonte di guadagno o di perdita;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>ogni atto...ogni parola...è causa di un effetto.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Nell'economia del mondo</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>un sorriso indice fortemente...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Curare i rami non è così utile</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>come proteggere la radice...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Lasciamo le fronde oggi...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Oggi non pensiamo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>il pensiero all'illusione</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i> e la radice alla terra...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Teniamo a noi oggi,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>questa pienezza ci ha svuotato.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Il vuoto ci libererà..</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Ci stringiamo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>ci specchiamo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>torniamo a sé che ci attende...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Quanto siamo stati via?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Quanto non ci siamo amati?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Oggi lasciamo il desiderio</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>agli altri...e facciamo </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>ritorno al sangue...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>rosso vivo...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>bollente.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i> (Giusy H.Y.H)</i></span></div>`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`··.Giusy·`·. ̧ ̧.· ́ ́ ̄`·http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147864307386902146noreply@blogger.com12