tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37921441827626778962024-03-13T10:14:48.451-07:00hurtingpoetsquando essere feriti diventa più sopportabile che ferirecimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-71448330839889318462014-02-27T22:01:00.000-08:002014-02-26T22:02:56.653-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVGSrvvjSCUxKDv8CKQoMHm1V1COor4PI_VZ10GVbmkXifbpLQAVwTDSowwAuqzpc4xlWCS5qXnBb9MPKvmNEZrU1BozbqAl11NnjewCr9OpUgatJIW1dXJUj4yivHgztuKTpmpLpgpw8/s1600/poetry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLVGSrvvjSCUxKDv8CKQoMHm1V1COor4PI_VZ10GVbmkXifbpLQAVwTDSowwAuqzpc4xlWCS5qXnBb9MPKvmNEZrU1BozbqAl11NnjewCr9OpUgatJIW1dXJUj4yivHgztuKTpmpLpgpw8/s1600/poetry.jpg" height="256" width="320" /></a>Non basteranno le notti per porre fine al mio tormento.<br />
Per cancellare gli attimi che ho perso.<br />
E perderò il sonno nel tentativo di rimediare.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-77191224462298512182014-02-05T05:28:00.001-08:002014-02-05T05:28:20.097-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwSThufhqvXZdhcR13hX5U0bj-ZD6r8E3OJdMiSsJQqCJUSI44ML_GsYSB6_ZC2GVNG-fGPoR-pBidW0mX1B1sbEyxGtBHMWnsysowEt0j1ygTue0gM3eBLrIcYwbGK77htwFTdGRdLTS/s1600/Schermata+02-2456694+alle+14.27.38.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwSThufhqvXZdhcR13hX5U0bj-ZD6r8E3OJdMiSsJQqCJUSI44ML_GsYSB6_ZC2GVNG-fGPoR-pBidW0mX1B1sbEyxGtBHMWnsysowEt0j1ygTue0gM3eBLrIcYwbGK77htwFTdGRdLTS/s1600/Schermata+02-2456694+alle+14.27.38.png" height="188" width="320" /></a>In alto, la mano che racchiude tutte le nostre prime volte.<br />
Abbassarla con forza e vederle spargersi al suolo come biglie.<br />
Un tramonto di vetro.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-73005218186077462592013-11-13T05:17:00.001-08:002013-11-13T05:17:51.110-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAK77jA9WzXb70DbduAeBrK6dGbmrF8OAll9ZkilEyaSclnBij64dz31hOrKR4JUUTIy7S9CQpdzq97aEbyZnPPZGNbJ4PI9IGR5GVTka9kLezUVp3dFuUybBg9oGWBw8Ai1ogsR3_EWlx/s1600/4404405566_4421193886_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAK77jA9WzXb70DbduAeBrK6dGbmrF8OAll9ZkilEyaSclnBij64dz31hOrKR4JUUTIy7S9CQpdzq97aEbyZnPPZGNbJ4PI9IGR5GVTka9kLezUVp3dFuUybBg9oGWBw8Ai1ogsR3_EWlx/s320/4404405566_4421193886_z.jpg" width="320" /></a>C'è un libro dalle pagine bianche in fondo alla mia vergogna.<br />
E' pieno delle cose che non sono riuscita a dirti.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-84412230164867059132013-11-04T12:07:00.001-08:002013-11-04T12:07:26.754-08:00"Con te i mesi sembrano anni e gli anni sembrano<br />
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giorni."<br />
"E i giorni?"<br />
"I giorni sono troppo pochi."cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-21022799244406686692013-10-28T03:14:00.001-07:002013-10-28T03:14:06.807-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WryQUjDvcxc77K8tqUnI1fQClQyOR4L9n0dqLUBv2fA33OwpZO0rV_USWvA_0OZTu4LxGKzdJzynHL8aWO0q1-PvwRrpf7bZtxkqBfokH8LiHbX1PWiNQd5rZGvCLaeHyW2VRv8w7nTt/s1600/Nikon+attempts+1+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WryQUjDvcxc77K8tqUnI1fQClQyOR4L9n0dqLUBv2fA33OwpZO0rV_USWvA_0OZTu4LxGKzdJzynHL8aWO0q1-PvwRrpf7bZtxkqBfokH8LiHbX1PWiNQd5rZGvCLaeHyW2VRv8w7nTt/s320/Nikon+attempts+1+035.JPG" width="320" /></a>Il rammarico del mio orgoglio è come una lettera di un vecchio amico che mi ricorda di quando non c'era bisogno di scriversi.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-60892197496466073822013-08-27T00:51:00.002-07:002013-08-27T00:51:35.093-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicshD1BuNWjgeD14XfzCKZ-neWlYcL9N4Z16o9D8oX5OdvHcK66Jv71B7voTnG-1ns_gIz6LM7Zw5C0i2knBTwKEz_1JIyqpHMsGh1qN8w37zr_BzC6Rdd1rY9LpD2LnqqPcXIA5TpRpUD/s1600/The-road-home_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicshD1BuNWjgeD14XfzCKZ-neWlYcL9N4Z16o9D8oX5OdvHcK66Jv71B7voTnG-1ns_gIz6LM7Zw5C0i2knBTwKEz_1JIyqpHMsGh1qN8w37zr_BzC6Rdd1rY9LpD2LnqqPcXIA5TpRpUD/s320/The-road-home_large.jpg" width="320" /></a>Questo tempo ci sembrerà nulla quando all'infinito dovremo aggiungere dei giorni per contare.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-37411002770956900032013-06-27T06:31:00.001-07:002013-06-27T06:31:08.685-07:00Ogni volta che ricompari imparo a memoria il cielo.<br />
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cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-14813277746236816312013-06-01T06:24:00.001-07:002013-06-01T06:24:37.983-07:00Dovrei vivere due vite per essere contenta.<br />
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Così non dovremo più parlarne.<br />Ho scritto libri, per non parlarne.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-15598671753823331592013-01-09T08:54:00.000-08:002013-01-09T08:54:47.585-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Come si è dilatato il mio tempo da quando tu non guardi più l'ora.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-8473617427912424882013-01-07T09:37:00.000-08:002013-01-07T09:37:10.367-08:00Alessia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Il tempo che non ho per rimediare lo userò per parlare di te.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-13541927001886781262012-12-08T00:09:00.001-08:002012-12-08T00:11:27.236-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Inventerei parole nuove per giurarti che le mie esistono solo per te.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-89378791644066775682012-09-09T11:37:00.001-07:002012-09-09T11:37:46.859-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Non mi hanno programmata per sapermi comportare.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-28048218174064411922012-08-05T02:59:00.000-07:002012-08-05T02:59:05.199-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Pq-nitYNYdcYxaPTWAN-iv6j_gjceqiKKY8onmnh2w32M8qiUSqus8p6kmPV6fef5Da2HTbgJslPnvNhQZqhYQpJ6YyLl-qLHlVtclP7e36eBDwciWdojwE0goyyulepU9uFdihiCu2c/s1600/561411_10151049764664244_1102973480_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Pq-nitYNYdcYxaPTWAN-iv6j_gjceqiKKY8onmnh2w32M8qiUSqus8p6kmPV6fef5Da2HTbgJslPnvNhQZqhYQpJ6YyLl-qLHlVtclP7e36eBDwciWdojwE0goyyulepU9uFdihiCu2c/s320/561411_10151049764664244_1102973480_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a>Le mie lacrime mi annoiano.<br />
Ricordano ogni singolo crollo di ciò che credevo certo.<br />
Sottolineano quanto io debba ancora cercare.<br />
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Accontentarsi per non sentirsi troppo in colpa.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-1463023932688609822012-08-05T02:56:00.003-07:002012-08-05T02:56:59.227-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Resterò qui finché anche fuori di me non sarà calato il buio.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-25162955724960825602012-08-03T09:54:00.000-07:002012-08-03T09:54:19.227-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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C'è stato un tempo in cui ho dovuto comprare le parole di un altro per esprimere il mio dolore, perché io non ne avevo più.<br />Ed ora che ne avrei avute per te, ho potuto dirle solo a me stessa.<br />Ed è stato meglio.<br />Ed ho ascoltato.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-71414596608919638372012-06-06T01:19:00.000-07:002012-06-06T01:20:12.244-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtshbaeUbxl2HErjAeNTlt-bOezjaU03Jq5GU_fmYtPfAzt6DexD0az1vziKi1j2D5MLt3mxG2nlFZrp9v07M-b6xZtD9K2jvteqpGfyv-8b2KjJF9129GIIIFlOX8rGpWtJ78XjYv4QmU/s1600/assenzadonato-longarzo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtshbaeUbxl2HErjAeNTlt-bOezjaU03Jq5GU_fmYtPfAzt6DexD0az1vziKi1j2D5MLt3mxG2nlFZrp9v07M-b6xZtD9K2jvteqpGfyv-8b2KjJF9129GIIIFlOX8rGpWtJ78XjYv4QmU/s320/assenzadonato-longarzo.jpg" width="320" /></a>Dipendo dall'assenza, dal bisogno di non avere e da quello di non esserci.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-70733564558961770002012-04-11T01:15:00.001-07:002012-04-11T01:15:59.610-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Certe parole sono come i treni, si fermano il tempo di dirle e poi ripartono.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-74833180407278821522012-04-10T03:30:00.001-07:002012-04-10T03:30:40.785-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrk6DhFI6MPQQtoZ5_wGxpl5SLyt_dO54_07aYWFjQ6BDK-_xT1dZftgvz6y8Hhm5CebwmA15nubDy_4T8ehDVBnpcJTxHFMpueLP-kLQflPKVEQWUkwPyeAPJdC4HGf0t_LsgLQdQo2_/s1600/img00220-PAGINA-BIANCA2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrk6DhFI6MPQQtoZ5_wGxpl5SLyt_dO54_07aYWFjQ6BDK-_xT1dZftgvz6y8Hhm5CebwmA15nubDy_4T8ehDVBnpcJTxHFMpueLP-kLQflPKVEQWUkwPyeAPJdC4HGf0t_LsgLQdQo2_/s320/img00220-PAGINA-BIANCA2.jpg" width="320" /></a>Racconterò i miei segreti ad alta voce, sola in una stanza.<br />Ma i momenti in cui tu sarai con me starò in silenzio.<br />
E ti amerò fino a quando potrò tacere con me stessa.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-43510674910283593332012-03-27T08:04:00.000-07:002012-03-27T08:04:38.077-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Che senso ha il sole se c'è tanto buio in ciò a cui non devo pensare.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-79318489461444364142012-03-25T07:16:00.001-07:002012-03-25T07:16:30.209-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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E' un amore di anima quello per Parigi di notte, è tornare nella casa che non ho mai avuto, riabbracciare l'anima gemella che non ho incontrato, volermi il bene che non so regalarmi.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-50776035172852701862012-03-13T09:57:00.002-07:002012-03-13T09:57:19.881-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Il movimento degli alberi, la rugiada sull'erba, i segni sulla strada, il colore del vento.<br />
Tutto ci sembra già visto, perché non è la prima volta che sussurriamo le nostre parole qui.<br />
Ma è la prima volta che sei accanto a me ad ascoltarle.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-21255460732486599152012-03-06T10:12:00.000-08:002012-03-06T10:12:46.738-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tocco l'alba di un sorriso che mi renderà colpevole.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-71928841662425593812012-03-06T10:10:00.000-08:002012-03-06T10:10:01.396-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Non occupavo il minimo spazio nella tua macchina in quel viaggio di ritorno, accontentandomi di tutta la tua mente, per la durata di una sola canzone.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792144182762677896.post-85680490554151786392012-02-21T10:08:00.000-08:002012-03-06T10:08:33.081-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mi innamoravo ad ogni accordo e me ne accorgo ad ogni accordo che non sento.cimdrphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02312943574644144793noreply@blogger.com0