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<title>GRANELLO 2</title>
<description>Ciao a tutti sono il più PICCOLO granello del blog. Sono felice di avere  trovato tante persone splendide.  L'amicizia è un sentimento unico .       L'amore fa vedere le cose diversamente da come sono,  è una gioia un dono di   DIO</description>
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<title>Nel silenzio</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 17:17:38 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot; class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/00/1291201877.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;&quot;&gt;So cosa&lt;br /&gt; vuol dire silenzio.&lt;br /&gt; il silenzio ha parole,&lt;br /&gt; suoni, profumi, carezze, vibrazioni, che riesci a sentire ascoltando&amp;nbsp; il centro dell’anima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot; class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot; class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot; class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/00/2135391346.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/00/200237233.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Amore 3.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-812455&quot; name=&quot;media-812455&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Siamo realtà strane che si fanno domande,&lt;br /&gt; immaginando storie davanti ad&amp;nbsp; uno schermo.&lt;br /&gt; Si raccontano ferite,&lt;br /&gt; sguardi, labbra socchiuse mai&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; sfiorate,&lt;br /&gt; desideri che annullano distanze&lt;br /&gt; con un battito di ciglia e&amp;nbsp; un sorriso. &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/752048024.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/1037482831.gif&quot; alt=&quot;504sztt.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-812465&quot; name=&quot;media-812465&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;comment_actual_text text_exposed&quot;&gt;…….. ..........................................................................................................………………………………..............Fiore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 
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<title>GLI ODORI DEL MARE.</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:43:30 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;il mare&amp;nbsp; è come gli odori di casa che ci avvolgono l'anima,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;li portiamo dentro quegli odori ovunque andiamo.&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/01/208718429.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;chiudo gli occhi per sentire l'odore delle onde,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;il rumore dell'aria salmastra.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mi si riempiono occhi e anima,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;una mano amica mi imbratta e scompiglia i capelli,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;quel movimento perenne causale delle onde&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/586789658.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/1075518239.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;mareeeeeee.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: right; margin: 0.2em 0 1.4em 0.7em;&quot; id=&quot;media-795275&quot; name=&quot;media-795275&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mi assorbe completamente,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;immenso che unisce l'anima al cielo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;come un senso di pace,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/02/208089927.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;la sua cadenza è melodia d'amore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;..............................................................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/01/208089927.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/01/94384376.gif&quot; alt=&quot;www_spaghettifile_com_img_585927.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-795280&quot; name=&quot;media-795280&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;...................Fiore&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Voglio Amarti cosi</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 19:39:00 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;Sussurri di un mondo che ci sgomenta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;per un incontro d'anime.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Su questa riva piccole onde&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;si perdono.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in silenzio.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/01/1801269038.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-792526&quot; src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/01/1521963280.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;www_spaghettifile_com_img_582853.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-792526&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Frasi a metà,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mormorii del cuore&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dipingono &amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp; profumi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; del mio Amore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;con la semplicità&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;di un abile artista&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;............................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/02/762532799.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-792527&quot; src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/02/205622814.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;rosarossa.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-792527&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;.............T.V.T.B. .................... Smak ....................... Fiore&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>SUSSURRI...</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 15:05:31 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;Sussurri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;di un mondo che ci sgomenta con un incontro d'anime..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/360537036.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/1239486241.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;itinerario--ionio.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-757720&quot; name=&quot;media-757720&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Su questa riva piccole onde si perdono.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;il silenzio.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mormorii del cuore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/00/1683751167.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/00/2058901128.gif&quot; alt=&quot;amorealmare1rh3.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-757723&quot; name=&quot;media-757723&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dipingono profumi del mio Amore&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; con la semplicità di un abile artista..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;..................................................................................................................................&amp;nbsp; Fiore ..&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Una  sera in riva al mare</title>
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<author>noreply@myblog.it (granello2)</author>
<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 16:53:14 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E’ sera in riva al mare,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---------------&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; --------------------------mi perdo nei colori di un tramonto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/776898429.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/00/2146185466.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;9948d584839862591a0884f6bc48e4cd.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-739993&quot; name=&quot;media-739993&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mi avvolge come le braccia&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; che vorrei sentire intorno a me.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In attesa della sera dove iniziano i bei sogni&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/01/246960572.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/01/1675679982.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;2700697460_52824b9500.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-740011&quot; name=&quot;media-740011&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sulle ali &amp;nbsp;di un manto &amp;nbsp;di stelle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................Fiore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/02/246960572.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/02/776898429.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 
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<title>IL MONDO SEMBRA DIVERSO NEL SOGNO.</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 07:38:00 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;.&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/02/437302965.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-706838&quot; src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/02/705857500.gif&quot; alt=&quot;cupid.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-706838&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/00/1060582770.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;IL Mondo sembra diverso nel sogno,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lo vedo così piccolo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chiudo gli occhi e sento un enorme vuoto&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;che si allarga sempre di più.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;La rabbia e il dolore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;fanno dimenticare&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;chi siamo veramente.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ci sono giorni strani,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;giorni che vorresti rimanere in silenzio&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;fuggire via,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lontano da tutti e tutti,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;per essere avvolto dalla malinconia,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pensieri che lentamente sfiorano&amp;nbsp;l'anima,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dalle parole di una canzone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;che portano lontano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ho trovato parole come le mie,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;fatte di sorrisi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Il risveglio nel pianto&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ci ucciderebbe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;o forse ci salverebbe finalmente..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/00/1102548906.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-706839&quot; src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/00/175497888.gif&quot; alt=&quot;27255srbz76a8su.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-706839&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;..............Fiore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Poesia 2---</title>
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<author>noreply@myblog.it (granello2)</author>
<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 16:01:15 +0100</pubDate>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Scrivo i miei pensieri,&lt;br /&gt; Non tutti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/01/1235852517.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/01/1549090877.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Greg2.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-677480&quot; name=&quot;media-677480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Tante parole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Tante &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;frasi che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;spesso rimangono impresse nella mente.&lt;br /&gt; Amo l'idea di amare mentre i battiti soffocano&lt;br /&gt; scoppiano,&lt;br /&gt; fanno vibrare per una voce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;per un sorriso,&lt;br /&gt; per spazzare via i sospiri compressi&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; nel tempo&lt;br /&gt; chiusi nella mia prigione del mio cuore…&lt;br /&gt; il colore spento dei pensieri prende vita,&lt;br /&gt; si illumina di mille riflessi&lt;br /&gt; e brilla un sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;........................................................Fi&amp;nbsp; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/01/1311637205.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/01/366990128.gif&quot; alt=&quot;2mwxy00.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-677481&quot; name=&quot;media-677481&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Mi INCANTO D'AVANTI A TE MARE</title>
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<author>noreply@myblog.it (granello2)</author>
<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 13:43:36 +0100</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/01/02/340165062.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;verlibri7.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-644307&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mi Incanto d'avanti a te Mare,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ammiro l'infrangere delle tue onde a riva,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;corrono e si accavallano,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;non puoi trattenerle:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;arrivano dolcemente, a volte con forza,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;di un colore scuro e spumeggiante&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;accarezzano la sabbia dorata,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;timide ogni volta ne modellano i contorni&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;alzano e depositano &amp;nbsp;la sabbia,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;rendono tondeggianti e lisce&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;le rocce taglienti e appuntite,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aprono vie nuove sulla spiaggia, e in profondità.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;durano solo un attimo,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;breve&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ma intenso,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tornano nell'immensità del mare,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;se ne vanno via&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;così com'eranoi venute...............&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/00/02/1006168649.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;y1psMy4JRZtYsSefj5O3ngXdzrekAQVMs2H75KXvFs2rNzLzJFTiEAZaFc_t220GmqugxgOkyusNXmh-V5QhGEC-lAIHiCNGscw.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-644304&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...................................Fiore ............................&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>1 )  POESIA</title>
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<author>noreply@myblog.it (granello2)</author>
<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 10:30:00 +0100</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src=&quot;http://granello2.myblog.it/media/02/01/306399146.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;13235327_6581_086_H145240_L.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-611542&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;L'orizzonte mi chiama a gran voce,rincorro il domani che avanza.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;L'ho sfiorato e mai raggiunto in questa giornata di pioggia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mentre l'acqua che si insinua nelle profondità del terreno&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;raggiunge invece la sua mèta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dopo aver percorso chilometri,cerco la mia strada in un labirinto di sogni.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Giacciono ovunque parole come petali sparsi,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;inariditi dalla povertà dell'anima di chi non vuole o non ha saputo riconoscermi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Le lacrime nascono dai miei occhi incantati,vita dove a volte potrei perdermi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adagio i miei sogni per farli cullare dal tuo orizzonte sconfinato,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;con gli occhi&amp;nbsp;e il cuore e il rittrovarti è dolcissimo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Per farli morire mi rifugio nella mia inquitudine,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;alcova della breve felicità---&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fiore&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Buon Anno e...</title>
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<category>blog life</category>
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 06:06:03 +0100</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Buon Anno a tutti...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;una notizia per i miei amici di blog...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;è uscito il mio libro di poesie...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;si intitola &quot;Vorrei... granelli di poesia&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Un saluto a tutti dal più piccolo granello del blog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>PAROLE COME PETALI</title>
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<author>noreply@myblog.it (granello2)</author>
<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 16:45:00 +0100</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;487&quot; src=&quot;http://www.windoweb.it/desktop_temi/foto_mare/foto_mare_5063.jpg&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; style=&quot;width: 487px; height: 385px&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Giacciono ovunque parole come&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; petali sparsi,nell’anima di chi non vuole,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;e mi rifugio nella mia&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; inquietudine, della breve felicità,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;in riva al mare,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;e guardo l’orizzonte&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; con&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; la fantasia della mia mente, nell'ascoltare&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; silenzio,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;cercando parole non dette&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; nella voce sottile del vento che sfiora le onde . . .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;… carezze che non conoscono il limite nel cielo aperto,e nelle &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;distese azzurre . . .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Risentire quei respiri &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;affannosi&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; fondersi ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Momento&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; stupendo&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; che lasciano ancora profumo &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Luce dell’amore che vive&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; nei miei&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; versi più&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; belli.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Presente d’amore chiuso nei ricordi e nell’ anima come frammenti di stelle cadenti .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Pensieri e desideri&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; inespressi&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; dal&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; silenzio,sovrapponendo il tuo volto .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Rileggere &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;tutte le &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;melodie scritte con gli occhi , e portate via dal vento&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;La banalità apre nuove strade,fresche e imprevedibili, mai percorse senza ansia&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; ne angoscia,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; ma serene&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Rimpianti di un tramonto&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; illuminano &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ricordi, tra frammenti e polveri di stelle&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; che cadono come lacrime&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; ad una ad una, nel mare.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Segreto inviolabile perso&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; per uno sguardo o una carezza..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;246&quot; src=&quot;http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/4848/abbracciorq2uo7.jpg&quot; height=&quot;210&quot; style=&quot;width: 246px; height: 210px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;Oh, se&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; potessi &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;per un istante accarezzarti la pelle, baciarti&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; le &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;labbra!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Ti accorgeresti &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;quanto è ancora grande l'Amore mio per te .&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>COME UN SOGNO AL TRAMONTO</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 18:03:00 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Nel fiume della vita&amp;nbsp;ammiro le bellezze che la natura ci offre.. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Gioisco nel guardare il tramonto,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;ammiro i suoi colori&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; mentre il tempo si ostina a passare senza tener conto di quale torto può recare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.tuttomaldive.it/dhiffushi%20vicino8/foto%20gallery%20dhiffushi/Tramonto%20Diffushi%20%20Foto%208.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Lo guardo controluce,nel mare si riflette l’ultimo arrossarsi della sera e la nuvola bianca&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; all’imbrunire sfilaccia ogni sentimento che si affaccia al mondo indiscreto e a volte ostile,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Nel vedere da profano&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; come si consuma una piccola parte&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; di noi .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Sono qui, paziente in riva a questo bel ondeggiar del mare, aspetto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'&quot;&gt;Mare che con le sue&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; piccole onde accarezza, ha cura,rispetto, conosce gli abissi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;E nel mezzo di questi pensieri la vidi guardare i gabbiani sopra le onde del mare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Come un&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; miracolo sento i suoi passi,il suo profumo, e le ombre trasformarsi,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;--- non è un&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; sogno.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Sono le tue mani su di &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Questo è un momento bello da viverlo abbracciati.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;sentivo il&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;tuo corpo è incollato al mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;,e con l’ondeggiar del mare i miei pensieri danzano in silenzio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mentre calano le ombre della sera&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;in quel magico silenzio dove solo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;nel cuore suona la musica che tocca l’anima&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;tutto tace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mi temo..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img width=&quot;575&quot; src=&quot;http://images1.hiboox.com/images/1707/vwpzcr0o.jpg&quot; height=&quot;636&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Prima di amare,bisogna conoscere l’amore per poi metterlo in pratica .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;L’amore non è solo quello fisico:a volte non ha bisogno nemmeno di parole è passione,attrazione, desiderio, bene puro che nasce dal cuore, e si riconosce dalle mille sfaccettature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mancano persone disposte ad insegnarci e trasmetterci l’amore&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Ci sono cuori gonfi...d’ogni dolore,e piangono &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;lacrime invisibili che ognuno di noi &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ha dentro nascosto nello scrigno invalicabile del propio cuore...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Forse manca il coraggio di abbandonarsi ai sentimenti,alle emozioni di quella voce proveniente dal mare che &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;conosce bene i suoi respiri , là &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;dove naviga la felicità anche nel profondo degli abissi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Giostra di vita</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 22:55:00 +0200</pubDate>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Vorrei ascoltare la tua voce,” ORA”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;ascoltare i toni&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; delle tue belle&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; parole che mi accendono di passione,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;sentire le tue mani accarezzare il mio viso,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d175/Pietro121/animMI.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;e mi sorprendi con un&amp;nbsp;travolgente bacio,con tutta la&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; passione e la dolcezza che desidero.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Viaggiare sulle ali dei&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; pensieri,i desideri più importanti e viverti tra le mie braccia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Nella giostra la vita &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;gira intorno, a volte si ferma e offre la possibilità di fare un giro,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;sull’altalena dei ricordi spazzati via dall'amarezza.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Pensieri&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; che vagano alla continua ricerca di calore.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Sensazione di &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;cercare quello che vorresti in un altro luogo,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;magari perdersi in mezzo alla folla, sentirsi stranieri e stranamente&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;proprio agio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Sei tra la polvere di sabbia e salsedine sulla cara&amp;nbsp;riva, incantato da questa meraviglia naturale&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; i ricordi di ieri&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; tracciano un sentiero al mio domani. &lt;img width=&quot;896&quot; src=&quot;http://www.calabrisella.it/immagini/wallpaper/donna_mare.jpg&quot; height=&quot;672&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;E' quasi notte, la tua luce è&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; tra le onde, onde del mio mare----&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;BELLA anche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;senza sole ,&amp;nbsp;nel&amp;nbsp; tramonto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Sullo schermo della mia mente si&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; proiettano come una fiamma bianca,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;i giorni della mia vita&amp;nbsp;nel silenzio incantato dalla tua bellezza,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;e lo schermo della mia mente proietta &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;le&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; emozioni &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;che si placano.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Guardo le onde sul tuo viso di farfalla che&amp;nbsp;riflette e vola tra le acque addormentate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Sento forte l’odore della&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; brezza,con caldi schizzi di mare sulla pelle e sul mio viso&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;E’ bello vedere la realtà quando riusciamo a vedere oltre,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;senza essere troppo esigente,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;libero di scegliere per&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; avere l'opportunità di trovare la serenità,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;di come un uomo sia capace di amare.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Mi spoglio di quel sentimento chiamato &quot; amore&quot;, e mi distendo sulla sabbia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Gli occhi sono chiusi ma&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; non dormo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ascolto l’ incantevole ondeggiare del bel mare,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 127.4pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;e il mio cuore canta, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;respira e vive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
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