tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22440914935024499722024-03-14T03:19:24.436-07:00Punto 23Poesia e non soloMaurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-1293520069322097942023-12-13T09:17:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:17:09.950-08:00Il soffio dei ricordi<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjueT2EMOxJstaJQo7L4qT4eh4Ow_8BoJYVBL8BG1G3eV_ceCg-Fr3Sf9Aik9UBGJ-zGogCFWTYFKOpdbKvJVBxYE76rbqcBWms8BOX_CWwiEYIRe1cRDbNtAZOlSdIrEjaCnZCiSEUAGDLoZwgmbY5fS4j8Bw4xOqjkpfwvCq3KTCW4a9CThm6kTz9_V8/s800/Amore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjueT2EMOxJstaJQo7L4qT4eh4Ow_8BoJYVBL8BG1G3eV_ceCg-Fr3Sf9Aik9UBGJ-zGogCFWTYFKOpdbKvJVBxYE76rbqcBWms8BOX_CWwiEYIRe1cRDbNtAZOlSdIrEjaCnZCiSEUAGDLoZwgmbY5fS4j8Bw4xOqjkpfwvCq3KTCW4a9CThm6kTz9_V8/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> E' passato del tempo<p></p><p>ma tu vivi nella mia mente</p><p>vivi nei miei sospiri moglie mia</p><p>Rivedo i tuoi occhi, ricordo la</p><p>tua risata, i tuoi occhi, sei con me.</p><p>I tuoi capelli al vento, e, il tuo modo</p><p>di prendere la vita.</p><p>Quel male oscuro e cattivo ti ha</p><p>portata via da me, ma non sa che</p><p>tu vivrai con me sino alla fine di miei</p><p>giorni. </p><p>Tu sei la mia vita, un bacio grande</p><p>da tuo marito Mauro</p>Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-35890882114478713782023-05-29T07:13:00.000-07:002023-05-29T07:13:01.032-07:00Non credere<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zFnuAv7ZYkjSgm3Is14cwXa8f2p-3OU6Htgvg2qxlNdghiz-9CObqI7RU8AYB-W3fJVJnDtUs7Aj5UHwkp-ie2fybEeSilMOcDCrKC4BUbxiumEZfPLo3Nuvw6aY97OxEYgWnAfY4NtOLyzqkuqfnv77mjS5kwieTwl3VPmemxsUjuTpPx7yX7gM/s1365/Draghi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1365" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zFnuAv7ZYkjSgm3Is14cwXa8f2p-3OU6Htgvg2qxlNdghiz-9CObqI7RU8AYB-W3fJVJnDtUs7Aj5UHwkp-ie2fybEeSilMOcDCrKC4BUbxiumEZfPLo3Nuvw6aY97OxEYgWnAfY4NtOLyzqkuqfnv77mjS5kwieTwl3VPmemxsUjuTpPx7yX7gM/w400-h225/Draghi.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Ho visto troppo e sofferto troppo per la perdita della mia amata moglie, non credo più a niente, tutte le volte che vado al cimitero per porgere un piccolo omaggio a quel loculo lo stomaco si stringe e provo quel sentimento che si chiama RABBIA. Mi dicono di credere e di avere Fede.....In cosa e in chi devo avere Fede? <p></p><p>Nel mio spirito tanta rabbia, un dolore che mi possiede......Non provo più nessuna empatia......</p><p><br /></p>Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-35981929207695487422022-09-26T07:18:00.001-07:002023-12-13T07:28:39.627-08:00Esistenza<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXW8lbyuk0azXYlKVC0DGBWkTOnaBgLSLNIXprMY8VzUl60L5hhmfjZJpPVzaSCuCahfGueMb0hj5UUdfqNGxD1Q04gy_TPvi2nz0AghBWKNjhoYqG1CEboJEGRPy_0TLoXiP5vdmObVt68ulvAQB38Cpq5SZjFV21cDdSbXZFClmnaRZJbhrgBO5/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXW8lbyuk0azXYlKVC0DGBWkTOnaBgLSLNIXprMY8VzUl60L5hhmfjZJpPVzaSCuCahfGueMb0hj5UUdfqNGxD1Q04gy_TPvi2nz0AghBWKNjhoYqG1CEboJEGRPy_0TLoXiP5vdmObVt68ulvAQB38Cpq5SZjFV21cDdSbXZFClmnaRZJbhrgBO5/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ogni giorno</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">che passa</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">è un giorno in meno</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">alla nostra esistenza</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Non ci accorgiamo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">della corsa sfrenata</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">della nostra vita terrena</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ci attende l’incognito</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">forse il meglio, </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il premio</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">per la vita vissuta</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">su questa terra</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Vivevo con la serintà</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">nell’animo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">sereni erano i giorni</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">La mattina cantavo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">come le rondini</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">in cielo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">La sera era radiosa</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">fra il cielo rossastro</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e le nubi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Contemplavo tutta</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">la bellezza della natura</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">chiudevo gli occhi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e vedevo te</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ora non vi è </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">più serenità</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">non sento più</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il cinguettio delle</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">rondini</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il cielo per me</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">è sempre scuro</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">piovigginoso</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">anche quando splende</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il sole</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Solo guardo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">in alto</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e vedo il vuoto</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e vedo il nulla</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">In una notte di luce</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">penso</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Tu cosa hai avuto da me?</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Dolori,gioie, soddisfazioni?</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ancora penso ai tuoi occhi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">alle tue labbra</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e colgo come allora</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il sapore dei tuoi baci</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il battito del tuo cuore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ormai lontano da me</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Amore mio Grande</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">anche se riposi nel cielo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il tuo cuore batte</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">col mio, sempre</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">insieme fino alla</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">fine dei miei occhi.</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-12606129469177949412022-09-24T08:28:00.005-07:002022-09-25T02:22:32.768-07:00Nel mio cuore<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6y09EtH70PGt4HPHc5q_iEJLz5osE5m_gVydroPjp-9jIYz-H7aoMRQkkeaIdQP_GL3hD496_U26bWZCWeVtwGxyfC7qK_3mmXGyXFobUhB9V__DZFaisXmyNFoEdAt-vq1q6YZ9CN1r0hweGzL3j58adl6Mn-hTd_YJRAEeBUjCo8wRV-8n1-Fr/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6y09EtH70PGt4HPHc5q_iEJLz5osE5m_gVydroPjp-9jIYz-H7aoMRQkkeaIdQP_GL3hD496_U26bWZCWeVtwGxyfC7qK_3mmXGyXFobUhB9V__DZFaisXmyNFoEdAt-vq1q6YZ9CN1r0hweGzL3j58adl6Mn-hTd_YJRAEeBUjCo8wRV-8n1-Fr/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Al mio risveglio </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">dopo un sonno ristoratore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">dedicherò il mio primo pensiero</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">a te che non so dimenticare</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Rivolgerò la preghiera</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">a Dio onnipotente</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">affinchè Egli possa</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">esserti d’aiuto</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il mio desiderio</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">è che tu possa essere felice</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">o almeno in pace</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">moglie Mia</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"> </p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Buona notte</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">amore mio</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">col pensiero seguo </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ogni tua mossa</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Non ti vedo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il tuo essere è con</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">gli Angeli del Cielo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">vorrei darti l’ultimo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">bacio della giornata</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ma tu non mi vedi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ma credi in questo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">grande, grandissimo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">amore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il mio sonno</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">inizia</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">col pensiero a te</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">che sei l’unico</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">scopo </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">della mia vita.</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Queste parole sono dedicate a Te moglie mia, non sei più tra noi, la tua anima è volta in quel Paradiso con gli Angeli del cielo.....Io sono rimasto qui, e, sò che
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<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Tuo Marito Mauro</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-43857232822158613622022-09-22T04:43:00.005-07:002022-09-25T02:24:19.133-07:00Sussuri<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVVzZ2I8ITlwDgonKh4jnSE_OItv8Vc5DEuvprz7F5ttAY8Uk_EeScJBdWBkfmtDI4Yuo3L9rmCYmLD5J7VDzhLmOSy3OsVHhCo_gdxuxasPFQtjXIU-YBSgwgDNGSoOaCXJ2N-GBBixbjGOlu7DL4d5Z3Zqc-mF0OoyydoVyh3zj01Mj39iRfpLU/s800/Amore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVVzZ2I8ITlwDgonKh4jnSE_OItv8Vc5DEuvprz7F5ttAY8Uk_EeScJBdWBkfmtDI4Yuo3L9rmCYmLD5J7VDzhLmOSy3OsVHhCo_gdxuxasPFQtjXIU-YBSgwgDNGSoOaCXJ2N-GBBixbjGOlu7DL4d5Z3Zqc-mF0OoyydoVyh3zj01Mj39iRfpLU/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p class="Normale"> </p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">E’ sera si accendono le luci</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">inizia la notte</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e tu taci</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Io rimango in contemplazione</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">del firmamento</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e penso alla grandezza del Creato</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Rivivo i miei giorni</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">al tuo fianco felice</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ora il firmamento si oscura</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">minaccioso si abbatte su tutti</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">l’uragano</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ma più tardi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il sole tornerà a splendere</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e rinascerà il mio amore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">che mai un temporale</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">potrà oscurare</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Amore mio anche se</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">non sei più nelle genti</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">che vivono quando</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ti ascolto mi palpita</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il cuore.</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il mio cuore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">piange</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e non riesco</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">a far cadere le lacrime</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il mio cuore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">avrebbe desiderio</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">di cantare</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ma non riesco</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ad aprire la bocca</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">non mi esce parola</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il mio cuore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">pensa sempre a te</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e non trovo pace</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">se non nel tuo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">pensiero continuo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Il mio cuore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">attende</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">attende sempre</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">fino alla fine</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">anche se la mia</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">attesa è vana</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">amore mio</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Una strada in salita</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">con due filari d’alberi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Un vecchio che si aiuta</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">col bastone a fatica</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">sotto il sole che brucia</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Egli cammina barcollando</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ha una mèta: desidera raggiungere</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il suo posto vicino alla tomba</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">della sua compagna</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">E lì pregare, pregare</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">perché ella lo assista</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">con l’aiuto di Dio</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Dai uno sguardo qui: </span><a href="http://www.amazon.it/amazonprime?tag=officina0d-21" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #ff9900; font-family: "Amazon Ember", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.2s ease 0s;" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.it/amazonprime?tag=officina0d-21</a></p><p class="Normale"><br /></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"><br /></span></p><p class="Normale"><br /></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"><br /></span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-17931779268521782642022-09-20T02:17:00.006-07:002022-09-25T02:26:30.350-07:00Profumo di Te<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBjyOybtfuHMsXRRkvm4c0Sl_9_RBIOIj441FWWo5ZvAAi516hSV22I5b7jXZmGeTrS-Y-kwqJS5MvK9kNDy0Pd8ZlVmsQ07zFE5S-EK38A1ONm287a7VkVyAbL2se_dNwvdiC4IDmIfRweZEyyMiz5cR-40iRsi3cO0VTE5R0GKtrus7Nup8uuKn/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBjyOybtfuHMsXRRkvm4c0Sl_9_RBIOIj441FWWo5ZvAAi516hSV22I5b7jXZmGeTrS-Y-kwqJS5MvK9kNDy0Pd8ZlVmsQ07zFE5S-EK38A1ONm287a7VkVyAbL2se_dNwvdiC4IDmIfRweZEyyMiz5cR-40iRsi3cO0VTE5R0GKtrus7Nup8uuKn/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">I fiori sono profumo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">sono amore della natura</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Tu amore mio</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">sei un fiore, ma quale</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Vi sono fiori</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">che profumano</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ma pungono</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e ti fanno sanguinare</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Tu amore mio</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">mi inebri del tuo profumo</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">mi annebbi la vista</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e la ragione</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Mi rendi inutile.......</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Vorrei essere un poeta</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">mentre sono niente</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Vorrei essere un poeta</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">scrivere lodi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">per i buoni, i meritevoli</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">ma la mia ignoranza</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">mi fa rimanere nell’oscurità</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">nella povertà dell’intelletto.</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-67894016172774094892022-09-20T02:13:00.008-07:002022-09-25T02:28:49.968-07:00Maggio<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dLRk12B0y2AfLW_KNmMgqyk4YODFFELgNCPtrE0DXJuVUTc4a9raVqqZmIsQerVKZhejS0wmgS17trFnh22-jSwX22QGM_4yQPzaP79H9bZOJ0fPXdaTkT6qis6C7ywAst_84YbokL4BjeqlrkGAwrmFgoe1lLMCFaANRHdd19P16ml__ID_679v/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dLRk12B0y2AfLW_KNmMgqyk4YODFFELgNCPtrE0DXJuVUTc4a9raVqqZmIsQerVKZhejS0wmgS17trFnh22-jSwX22QGM_4yQPzaP79H9bZOJ0fPXdaTkT6qis6C7ywAst_84YbokL4BjeqlrkGAwrmFgoe1lLMCFaANRHdd19P16ml__ID_679v/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Maggio è il mese dei ricordi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">il mese delle nostalgie e del dolore.</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Maggio, un giorno qualsiasi</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">fu la fine</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Una fine che non doveva essere</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">finì un grande amore</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Maggio distrusse</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">una realtà stupenda</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">oppure un sogno?</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">A maggio qualcuno prega</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">anch’io prego</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">e ringrazio chi mi diede</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">tanta felicità</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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<p></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Onde </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">che giungono a riva;</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">sono uguali</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">come se fossero</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">sformate dal solito</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">cliché.</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">Ammiro</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">la vostra continuità,</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">estasiato,</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">scruto l’avvenire,</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">provo solo tristezza</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">amore mio, solo perché</span></p>
<p class="Normale"><span class="tm5">tu non ci sei più.</span></p><p class="Normale"><span class="tm5"> </span></p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-47721791467987837262022-09-18T07:03:00.005-07:002022-09-25T02:29:53.791-07:00Lucia<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbgl5N5G9BHRqJoE2dj4nYaiiSpHqrHP7Ea9JzQewTlzWWGDkn4trqksxyy6_v0j1U8HBv9mru0OiHtY4eXPhGsBPPaTlVPXhy92bwUN4UlZ7-YdRQAJR04tcnePt_NpBPd6MxKbDBD07FWlx1z-29zc6NZDuU8A3nGp01DuZqaeICnv9r3dGgvBe/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbgl5N5G9BHRqJoE2dj4nYaiiSpHqrHP7Ea9JzQewTlzWWGDkn4trqksxyy6_v0j1U8HBv9mru0OiHtY4eXPhGsBPPaTlVPXhy92bwUN4UlZ7-YdRQAJR04tcnePt_NpBPd6MxKbDBD07FWlx1z-29zc6NZDuU8A3nGp01DuZqaeICnv9r3dGgvBe/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Ti osservo anima inquieta</p>
<p align="center">tu che nella tua vita terrena hai</p>
<p align="center">trasmesso amore, ti sei donata per la</p>
<p align="center">giustizia e hai versato il tuo sangue del martire.</p>
<p align="center">Parlami, narrami le tue gesta, calmati</p>
<p align="center">sei nella mente dei giusti, il tuo operato di madre</p>
<p align="center">non è messo in discussione, tu sei sempre</p>
<p align="center">terrena anche se abiti nel limbo. Forze Nere</p>
<p align="center">ti agitano i pensieri, li ascolti, non li hai
capiti</p>
<p align="center">in vita ora li disdegni anima pura, rilassa le tue</p>
<p align="center">membra nulla resterà incompiuto, giustizia ti</p>
<p align="center">verrà riconosciuta, dimora in noi anima del
giusto.</p><p align="center"> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-80049052789734122042022-09-18T06:59:00.004-07:002022-09-25T02:30:25.903-07:00Essensa....<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTdAGUKoVKzaBsMy4OBmUA1OBDfAFNzfNxNqhfG2cdKHepwSC5pknIgICOJJpR-sFXK5I8cddSkly3Wstm609nxlqzgBRuynDbgLUKzqx99lCPzmB5PIct-UaN2XADzZ58FGLnLla0p8xVjP2R26_kGna3FyyEp-L4fOQPRsr-gB5rYoPD3t2pFAY/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTdAGUKoVKzaBsMy4OBmUA1OBDfAFNzfNxNqhfG2cdKHepwSC5pknIgICOJJpR-sFXK5I8cddSkly3Wstm609nxlqzgBRuynDbgLUKzqx99lCPzmB5PIct-UaN2XADzZ58FGLnLla0p8xVjP2R26_kGna3FyyEp-L4fOQPRsr-gB5rYoPD3t2pFAY/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p align="center">
Grande guerriero dal braccio fermo e dal cuore integro.</p>
<p align="center">Tu che dimori nella mia coscienza, sei per me</p>
<p align="center">esempio di saggezza. Mi sussurri frasi a volte</p>
<p align="center">incomprensibili ma vere nel suo essere. L’alba di</p>
<p align="center">un nuovo giorno si affaccia, sono pronto</p>
<p align="center">a combattere il Malvagio, avverto la tua presenza</p>
<p align="center">è per me eterno conforto l’essere del giusto. Mi
hai</p>
<p align="center">insegnato a vivere la luce, ancora non è del tutto</p>
<p align="center">completo il mio addestramento per la ricerca del
giusto</p>
<p align="center">per il giusto, ecco perché ancora una volta ti
supplico</p>
<p align="center">di aiutare il tuo umile servo grande guerriero.</p>
<p align="center">Il Malvagio si annida nelle menti del debole, forte</p>
<p align="center">è il messaggio che lascia, tutti noi quelli che
vogliono</p>
<p align="center">essere nel giusto lo intuiscono: quale prezzo
ancora</p>
<p align="center">dovrà essere pagato per avere un Mondo nel giusto?</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-72060733956721587282022-09-18T02:33:00.004-07:002022-09-25T02:30:59.643-07:00Vivere<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCGQEgTqJWpbwFNzBdJavMrP250NVe6eiFF-a3QJBYIZE_BxWEMnNSSYxhy7T_Tk0xG6mj8DsB3_ub-RcBH2bKv7Sm_l9UtvMlvnRNMBgeyAq3XeEuWPAXm-0uaK6zKviPUF9tPKWaGWVcbNbwYCANk-11MqFO90uTqBkirDsyFSA0t3KS463Wdg5/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCGQEgTqJWpbwFNzBdJavMrP250NVe6eiFF-a3QJBYIZE_BxWEMnNSSYxhy7T_Tk0xG6mj8DsB3_ub-RcBH2bKv7Sm_l9UtvMlvnRNMBgeyAq3XeEuWPAXm-0uaK6zKviPUF9tPKWaGWVcbNbwYCANk-11MqFO90uTqBkirDsyFSA0t3KS463Wdg5/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p align="center">
Voi che vivete sicuri.</p>
<p align="center">Nelle vostre tiepide case, voi</p>
<p align="center">che trovate tornando a sera il cibo</p>
<p align="center">caldo e volti amici: considerate se questo</p>
<p align="center">è un vero uomo.</p>
<p align="center">Che lavora nel fango</p>
<p align="center">Che non conosce pace</p>
<p align="center">Che lotta per un pezzo di pane</p>
<p align="center">Che muore per un si o un no</p>
<p align="center">Considerate se questa è una donna,</p>
<p align="center">senza capelli e senza nome</p>
<p align="center">Senza più la forza di ricordare</p>
<p align="center">Vuoti gli occhi e freddo il grembo</p>
<p align="center">Come una rana d’inverno</p>
<p align="center">Meditate su queste parole</p>
<p align="center">voi potenti, voi che potete tutto,</p>
<p align="center">voi che avete tutto</p>
<p align="center">Donate l’amore, se amore vi è rimasto</p>
<p align="center">per tutti noi il giorno di un giudizio</p>
<p align="center">si avvicina, e nulla rimarrà irrisolto.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"><br />
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Molte volte ho studiato</p>
<p align="center">la lapide che mi hanno scolpito; una</p>
<p align="center">barca con vele ammainate, in un porto.</p>
<p align="center">In realtà non è questa la mia destinazione</p>
<p align="center">ma la mia vita. Perché l’amore mi si offrì e io</p>
<p align="center">mi ritrassi dal suo inganno; il dolore bussò alla</p>
<p align="center">mia porta, e io ebbi paura; l’ambizione mi
chiamò, ma</p>
<p align="center">io temetti gli imprevisti. Malgrado tutto avevo
fame di</p>
<p align="center">un significato nella vita.</p>
<p align="center">E adesso so che bisogna alzare le vele</p>
<p align="center">e raccogliere i venti del destino, ovunque spingano</p>
<p align="center">la barca. Dare un senso alla vita può condurre
alla follia</p>
<p align="center">ma una vita senza senso è la tortura
dell’inquietudine del</p>
<p align="center">vano desiderio e una barca che ama il mare anche se
lo teme.</p><p align="center"> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-43177305756469792672022-09-17T05:24:00.005-07:002022-09-25T02:32:03.560-07:00Gocce d’anima<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZQKoG32fvgiP29PeqKqXsPInZbdGFOn5wdfMpK3BAINFzyxV3S5EkWVk5TjrA0_xEdDhNNASpXkaM9MLCqmA3effp6DhMUGXj3eCoqqx8Mie2JvtgcX89PeZHxatWpRfsZlGmXxZNGmgeWZQb8wd_IDZwy1Sgoxn0UnSbt0NykVgmmPcIZmbI5l3/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZQKoG32fvgiP29PeqKqXsPInZbdGFOn5wdfMpK3BAINFzyxV3S5EkWVk5TjrA0_xEdDhNNASpXkaM9MLCqmA3effp6DhMUGXj3eCoqqx8Mie2JvtgcX89PeZHxatWpRfsZlGmXxZNGmgeWZQb8wd_IDZwy1Sgoxn0UnSbt0NykVgmmPcIZmbI5l3/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Non
chiedo niente</p>
<p>a nessuno</p>
<p>ma offro</p>
<p>Dono quel che ho</p>
<p>perché il mio</p>
<p>non è mio</p>
<p>è di tutti</p>
<p>Non chiedo</p>
<p>desidero dare</p>
<p>non per superbia</p>
<p>ma solo per amore</p>
<p>Non chiedo</p>
<p>ma chiedo per gli altri</p>
<p>solo così
</p>
<p>sono felice</p>
<p>convinto</p>
<p>che meglio è donare</p>
<p>che ricevere.</p><p> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-8834095178758427632022-09-17T05:22:00.007-07:002022-09-25T02:32:35.013-07:00Soffrire<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidV2T_-bJMWAifizMgeIQM08qygrNQtt_27H277hUHv02DdmEGv8zjzrXbff4x0AdVjf7DlsHm4QBXxyiMXo0mIe9Mn0l8av7WIg7NW9kdNjOged7Vt-WjxIsbWnYlWJADSKaTUnm6uMh-BvB5A8sXpU9pWBxCyRThxKN2j9Wbz5HZuSGC1fZtStRw/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidV2T_-bJMWAifizMgeIQM08qygrNQtt_27H277hUHv02DdmEGv8zjzrXbff4x0AdVjf7DlsHm4QBXxyiMXo0mIe9Mn0l8av7WIg7NW9kdNjOged7Vt-WjxIsbWnYlWJADSKaTUnm6uMh-BvB5A8sXpU9pWBxCyRThxKN2j9Wbz5HZuSGC1fZtStRw/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>La mia
anima è distrutta</p>
<p>Non trovo forza</p>
<p>per reagire</p>
<p>al male degli altri</p>
<p>Il cuore</p>
<p>vorrebbe gioire, ma non può</p>
<p>fu preso svuotato distrutto</p>
<p>Troverà pace</p>
<p>solo al cessare</p>
<p>dei suoi battiti.</p><p> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-32354746706919379372022-09-16T06:27:00.006-07:002022-09-25T02:33:11.691-07:00Il vento<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtjsV8JY6U4TMZXO7JSnWE40idlK4Qew7NkQmzD424bjRxZ225qWNdFd6n4Dh97Ad0jkyo7NmbOoJdXWoH_POgTmRqtEc5GEClQiKds36DCaSEArDggETKPmTiPLAEYoIO18dPTQNW7GreRL_IUfyF4jJTkyrl9Gwwr1dyxhzIzo6SOlqgQwjGaIA/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtjsV8JY6U4TMZXO7JSnWE40idlK4Qew7NkQmzD424bjRxZ225qWNdFd6n4Dh97Ad0jkyo7NmbOoJdXWoH_POgTmRqtEc5GEClQiKds36DCaSEArDggETKPmTiPLAEYoIO18dPTQNW7GreRL_IUfyF4jJTkyrl9Gwwr1dyxhzIzo6SOlqgQwjGaIA/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Il
vento sibila</p>
<p>urla paurosamente</p>
<p>sembra quasi una voce</p>
<p>umana, straziante.</p>
<p><br />
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</p>
<p>Voci di anime in pena</p>
<p>che gridano il loro dolore</p>
<p><br />
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</p>
<p>Che invitano all’amore</p>
<p>ma il vento spazza via tutto</p>
<p><br />
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</p>
<p>Mi fa paura vorrei fermarlo</p>
<p><br />
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</p>
<p>Bisbiglia nelle menti e</p>
<p>non sempre porta ricordi</p>
<p>felici.</p><p> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-32797133425706465312022-09-16T06:26:00.005-07:002022-09-25T02:33:43.189-07:00Pensiero<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9r3jNdl5cTProGPHx7kbE0rFf4gd508SZPySdgRlvPCO4npb0f78HxagOsdqZ8jDsVzSuuCjaldtJBVQ7AVCkTe5OUSGE1eVlewvyrgEaBgiClDFn1C3FobJ5B_b7-FMroaJcxQNfxxqr8h6H_NCNnYfcR2k2qJ5l41bJbVrcIKVX9U2XxJX7vrQ/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9r3jNdl5cTProGPHx7kbE0rFf4gd508SZPySdgRlvPCO4npb0f78HxagOsdqZ8jDsVzSuuCjaldtJBVQ7AVCkTe5OUSGE1eVlewvyrgEaBgiClDFn1C3FobJ5B_b7-FMroaJcxQNfxxqr8h6H_NCNnYfcR2k2qJ5l41bJbVrcIKVX9U2XxJX7vrQ/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Al mio risveglio</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">dopo il sonno
ristoratore</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">dedicherò il mio
pensiero</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a te che non so
dimenticare.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Rivolgerò la
preghiera</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a Dio onnipotente</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">affinché Egli possa</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">esserti d’aiuto</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Il mio desiderio</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">è che tu possa
essere felice</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o almeno in pace.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p>
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sole mi ha ridato la vita</p>
<p>perché io possa cullarmi nel sogno</p>
<p>e attendere.</p>
<p>Ricordo su queste sponde</p>
<p>giornate felici</p>
<p>costruivo castelli in aria</p>
<p>che sono crollati</p>
<p>al primo libeccio.</p>
<p>Non ho mai avuto paura di perderti</p>
<p>ma mi sono ingannato.</p>
<p>Ora che non ti vedo</p>
<p>che non ti sento</p>
<p>affogo nei ricordi.</p><p> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-81440799367599183192022-09-16T02:32:00.005-07:002022-09-25T02:34:44.873-07:00Il tempo nel cuore<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ri432lIPV33SeEUtdoYM9m-sONoje1nHN3kjklsc8OZcdZRpG6TbJgLQFAUOBfkpsns9Qh0I6TDsGL8xhLdTiHr9ghHid_8D9He9KpDxmGA-TjXupjD7eb49xngWWCEXq5-hGJRRvBlI--DqagxdKQ459Z85y68e1Wchr699iHt6bR4JTqzrYBGn/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ri432lIPV33SeEUtdoYM9m-sONoje1nHN3kjklsc8OZcdZRpG6TbJgLQFAUOBfkpsns9Qh0I6TDsGL8xhLdTiHr9ghHid_8D9He9KpDxmGA-TjXupjD7eb49xngWWCEXq5-hGJRRvBlI--DqagxdKQ459Z85y68e1Wchr699iHt6bR4JTqzrYBGn/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Penso
a quel giorno</p>
<p>in cui partirò per non tornare più.</p>
<p>Sarà un addio</p>
<p>ma lascerò questa terra con animo tranquillo</p>
<p>sapendo che non ho mai odiato</p>
<p>né invidiato.</p>
<p>Ho capito solo</p>
<p>di voler bene a tutti</p>
<p>d’essere di aiuto</p>
<p>a chi si è a me rivolto</p>
<p>perciò il mio trapasso
</p>
<p>sarà una cosa lieve</p>
<p>da non piangersi da chi rimane.</p>
<p>Me ne andrò sereno</p>
<p>verso quell’ignoto</p>
<p>che dovrà essere</p>
<p>pura felicità</p>
<p>che dovrà essere</p>
<p>amore di tutti per tutti.</p><p> </p>
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Maurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081147809764131889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244091493502449972.post-62880084111141253512022-09-15T08:17:00.009-07:002022-09-25T02:35:23.908-07:00Vita<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb4a-WvLkQNqURHXX4m9x2t_A0SvXoWsi-bL-uI-zLXAG2Hb6C45MNgOM-l1bQqw1PV6aXnTqvmzuMCj3jXv-Bm6JVJOpzJ16eYSf0Is7RN5hJ44GTZW-G2haOcwKElW9Qcr22qDnDXeyhmrLgJ3v1zrRPLANpANkQH6Phi3oO21REFETcJLFhoYC/s800/Amore.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb4a-WvLkQNqURHXX4m9x2t_A0SvXoWsi-bL-uI-zLXAG2Hb6C45MNgOM-l1bQqw1PV6aXnTqvmzuMCj3jXv-Bm6JVJOpzJ16eYSf0Is7RN5hJ44GTZW-G2haOcwKElW9Qcr22qDnDXeyhmrLgJ3v1zrRPLANpANkQH6Phi3oO21REFETcJLFhoYC/s320/Amore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Ogni giorno<p></p><p>che passa</p><p>è un giorno in meno</p><p>della nostra esistenza.</p><p>Non ci accorgiamo</p><p>della corsa sfrenata</p><p>della nostra vita terrena</p><p>Ci attende l'incognito</p><p>forse il meglio, il premio</p><p>per la vita vissuta</p><p>su questa terra.</p><p><br /></p>
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