tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60672950321343598742024-03-18T19:50:39.276-07:00Le strade infiniteHo visto, ho sentito, ho scritto...Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-85856807355168918602013-02-08T15:45:00.000-08:002013-02-08T15:47:36.089-08:00La donna <br />
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<span lang="IT">Lo sai? Mi è
successo quatro anni fa. A volte ci sono alcune cose che possiamo sapere con
certeza…A volte , nessuna.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Erano già le
undici e io non avevo ancora mangiato niente. Avevo camminato tutta la mattina.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Quasi sempre
andavo al bar per prendere un caffè e un brioche. Andavo a “Caffetto” un bar in
Via della Moda.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Quella mattina mi
sono seduta lì, il cameriere amico mi ha portato il caffè e quando cominciavo a
assaporarlo, una donna vecchia vestita in nero, con un gran cappello di pana
scura si è seduta al mio tavolo e ha cominciato a domandarmi molte cose
frettolosamente.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Lei ha detto che
mi conosceva del blog e ho pensato che questo era un nuovo problema per me che
non l’avevo previsto.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Mentre osservavo
la sua fascia inespresiva e bianca dal bianco piú bianco, lei intentava di
conoscere tutto di me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Ma...il
camerieri...non l’aveva visuto??<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Tentavo di
rispondere senza definire molto. Dicevo un si ò un no. Risposti brevi per
questioni che non posso ricordare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Però una cosa
ricordo. Dopo tutte le domande, lei ha detto: <i>Se</i> <i>tu lo vorresti, tu lo
faresti.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">E come è arrivata
se ne è andata. Nel suo camminare una lucentezza bagnava l’area.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Tante volte mi ho
chiesto che cosa sia stato questo succeso che non ho potuto capire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Chi era la donna
di nero?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="IT">Una strega... una
fatta...oppure un fantasma di un’antenato che sia arrivato per avvertirmi di
qualcosa o per darmi un consiglio come un regalo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="IT">“Se tu lo vorresti<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="IT">Tu lo faresti”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="IT">Lo penso... e... veramente è facile interpretare, perchè da quel successo cosa che ho voluto, cosa che ho fatto.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-87311604234658288962012-01-19T10:42:00.000-08:002012-04-06T12:07:49.611-07:00Piccole poesie: haiku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pioggia senza fine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vedo attraverso il vetro</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">un giardino grigio.</span></div>
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<br />Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-23237426673860639102011-10-26T18:00:00.000-07:002011-10-26T18:59:40.809-07:00La pace<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">C’è la pace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">negli occhi dei bambini felici</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">e nel soriso delle mamme.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">C’è la pace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nell’aria pura della mattina</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">quando apro le finestre</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">e si mette dentro il sole.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">C’è la pace </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nei campi di fiori</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nei colori delle frutte</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nei verdi delle montagne.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">C’è la pace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nella pentola piena</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nel bucato fatto</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nella casa pulita.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">C’è la pace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">nel tuo viso tranquillo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">quando dormi affaticato</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">di lavorare tanto.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">C’é la pace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">e c’è una musica all’interno</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">quando scrivo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">questa poesia ed altre cose</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">che sono la mia felicità.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><br />
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Alcuni portano<br />
luminosità di monete contrafatte<br />
negli occhi,<br />
una stretta irregolare nelle loro labbra<br />
e gesti forzati nelle loro mani<br />
sottolineano le loro parole<br />
-malati di perfezione:<br />
la veritá gli scomoda<br />
molte volte<br />
troppe volte.<br />
Essi non possono camminare<br />
senza portare la fandonia da scudo.<br />
Adoratori<br />
di false vite perfette:<br />
essi devono indossare<br />
arrecare costruzioni ideali<br />
per sopravvivere<br />
nel loro propio mondo di utopia.<br />
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Dea Bea 2011Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-7372622802652369352011-06-23T12:11:00.000-07:002011-06-23T12:20:28.282-07:00Dalla scritoressa argentina Lily Chavez<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">Nascosta piango</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">la dismisura della notte</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">la ira della musica</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">quella minima lume</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">che ci porta</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">al panteon di ogni silenzio</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><b><span lang="EN" style="color: #632035;">e ogni istante</span></b><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span lang="IT" style="color: #632035;"><o:p><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Senti amore mio</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">la stessa canzone</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">che ballavamo in un tempo...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tutta la nostra storia d'amore</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">così grande, così piccola.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eravamo tanto innamorati</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e non abbiamo capito niente.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Adesso possiamo prenderlo,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">guardarlo, ritrovarlo.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eccoti, eccomi,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">in un tempo irreale.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Perciò, senti amore mio:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">vorrei farti questa domanda,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">anche se io so</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">che tu non troverai </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">le parole </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">per rispondermi</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e io avrò paura</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sentirò un pericolo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">-la stessa paura di sempre.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Peró ...mi incoraggio e ti dico:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Capisci!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Siamo liberi</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">e non è fretta nessuna...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Il nostro viaggio</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">adesso</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">é infinito.</span>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-22165965232043078422010-11-30T07:19:00.000-08:002010-11-30T07:22:37.030-08:00Tempesta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_hrVx7MawYx5Ra8liOxbylPsx8PUA2EBj52ADWeGy-YHnCz1Fgya-xY877nSbKDkscIdkEiua41L_bDkAhXaOZpILf8M0g0or4M1eP_M43Q_yIATzfv_ox1bT0VyagnKW78CzTVId3k/s1600/Chrysanthemum++3.Valde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_hrVx7MawYx5Ra8liOxbylPsx8PUA2EBj52ADWeGy-YHnCz1Fgya-xY877nSbKDkscIdkEiua41L_bDkAhXaOZpILf8M0g0or4M1eP_M43Q_yIATzfv_ox1bT0VyagnKW78CzTVId3k/s400/Chrysanthemum++3.Valde.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">Fra le braccia ti stringo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">inmenso amore<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">che mi inchiodi e mi soffochi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">E ti domando:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">che cosa è questo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">vivere svegliata<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">spaventata,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">la testa serrata<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">il cuore accoltellato...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">Ma già lo sò:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">sei tu amore<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">che mi dai la voglia di restare viva<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">calda<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">schifosa<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">pazza<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">malata d’amore <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">d’angoscia<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">una tempesta di fuoco sul cuore<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">che non si può evitare<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">mai.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">Dea Bea 2010</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">Ilustrazione: arte digitale di Valde (Francisco Valdepeñas Marmenda-Barcelona)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-5429658555070859262010-11-18T09:55:00.000-08:002010-11-18T10:45:56.790-08:00Dopo la mia partenza<div class="Section1"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPUmr1hAYCbmhWWkCvFmwvt9HHIV8yIbmZvW90HJ8Fif9qZHTLzJZmatjrFryGYOe7hBqcXGAjU1mMe3jaqYirfkzURKM1JxGRofAEZ7o1afO5p8Y1Ab_dKsn5jphHUycrx88bVwazQw/s1600/MODULO+MILITARYFORESTA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPUmr1hAYCbmhWWkCvFmwvt9HHIV8yIbmZvW90HJ8Fif9qZHTLzJZmatjrFryGYOe7hBqcXGAjU1mMe3jaqYirfkzURKM1JxGRofAEZ7o1afO5p8Y1Ab_dKsn5jphHUycrx88bVwazQw/s1600/MODULO+MILITARYFORESTA.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
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</b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Sogni…<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>la luna ti contempla<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Pensi…</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>e l’infinito prega…<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Io te lo dico<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>io che sono stata stella<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>di quell’universo fatto di afflizioni.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Io che della barca fui la vela<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Tu mi ascolterai<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Attenti ai suoni naturali<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>ascolterai la voce di chi ti ama:<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>ed in uno strappo d’amore e di tristezza<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>con un mormorio<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>dirai la mia assenza.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPUmr1hAYCbmhWWkCvFmwvt9HHIV8yIbmZvW90HJ8Fif9qZHTLzJZmatjrFryGYOe7hBqcXGAjU1mMe3jaqYirfkzURKM1JxGRofAEZ7o1afO5p8Y1Ab_dKsn5jphHUycrx88bVwazQw/s1600/MODULO+MILITARYFORESTA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPUmr1hAYCbmhWWkCvFmwvt9HHIV8yIbmZvW90HJ8Fif9qZHTLzJZmatjrFryGYOe7hBqcXGAjU1mMe3jaqYirfkzURKM1JxGRofAEZ7o1afO5p8Y1Ab_dKsn5jphHUycrx88bVwazQw/s1600/MODULO+MILITARYFORESTA.jpg" /></b></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Ti baceró...<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>In faccia sentirai un’ala<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>e forse vorrà affiorarti una lacrima<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>peró ti farei forte<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>riderei per nulla<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>e il tuo riso arriverà da me lontano,<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>più lontano...<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><b>Dea Bea 2010<o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT">I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">lustrazione: appropriazione, dettaglio di una opera con intervento digitale</span></span></div>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-56552506681028262952010-09-05T20:15:00.000-07:002011-12-27T09:40:21.922-08:00Taormina nel ricordo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"></span><br />
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</b></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">Mi manca il vulcano</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">mi mancano le ceneri,</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">le nuvole, le scale...</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">Mi mancano i fiori</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">i cui colori portano</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">gli oggetti siciliani.</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;"><br style="line-height: 17px;" /></i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">Arriverò a Roma</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">con le </i><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">lacrime negli occhi</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">con la speranza di ritornare</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">e anche di rivedere le tue spiagge...</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">Di fronte a me</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">le basse luci di Fata Morgana</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">rimasta sulla costa Calabra</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">terra dei miei antichi,</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">con lo spirito spinto fino al vuoto</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">le forze esaurite per l'altezza</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">amandoti nella paura</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">di tutti i tuoi drammi,</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">amando i tuoi paessaggi ripidi,</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">con il rumore della tua gente</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">e la tua musica pastorale:</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">ritmi di tamburelli e flaute</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">nel mio cuore</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;">per sempre.</i></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8SzaFHKJQKFMov_EEBOAfyjESTc0Y1ZyfzOG0Vh-L3O6rtteATGpTjs243qeS0-qDK2u9MqWiVeEYtnSgLPczr3N-PWiIwyLiRMTI5D21Q9bN-zLBhXK0X6xDbkSxEkHhanfPGkmrKuA/s1600/Taormina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8SzaFHKJQKFMov_EEBOAfyjESTc0Y1ZyfzOG0Vh-L3O6rtteATGpTjs243qeS0-qDK2u9MqWiVeEYtnSgLPczr3N-PWiIwyLiRMTI5D21Q9bN-zLBhXK0X6xDbkSxEkHhanfPGkmrKuA/s320/Taormina.jpg" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px;"><br />
</i></div>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-21010904803369005132010-09-04T11:04:00.000-07:002010-09-18T19:51:48.171-07:00Prego per loro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUok5f17ZmCYrnGSkRJAW2i630UEYn-oTfOH7y6sol2eDU9_74MhaPJv8yj26FKIH7cz86PLoB-xMa6b4kHpOxWzujOD7keOue1TPSeNgj6ihIdaARCi5W3DP9MZgyjNiwUo7Utqz_RGA/s1600/SanNicolas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUok5f17ZmCYrnGSkRJAW2i630UEYn-oTfOH7y6sol2eDU9_74MhaPJv8yj26FKIH7cz86PLoB-xMa6b4kHpOxWzujOD7keOue1TPSeNgj6ihIdaARCi5W3DP9MZgyjNiwUo7Utqz_RGA/s320/SanNicolas.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Prego per i miei ragazzi,</b></span></span></span><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>perchè San Nicola di Bari</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>riunisca i pezzettini dei loro spiriti</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>e crei per loro una vita normale,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>come quella degli altri,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>felici e senza grandi problemi.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Per i cari bambini del mio cuore</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>prego anche nella tua chiesa,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>San Nicola di Bari,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>prottetore degli indifesi</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>che la nostra società ha fatto pezzi.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Dea Bea<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>2010</b></span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Protettore dei bambini, delle ragazze orfani, delle ragazze che desiderano sposarsi, dei marinai. E' invocato contro le carestie, le pestilenze, le malattie, i nubifragi. Nato intorno all'anno 245 e morì nel 334 circa. Fu vescovo di Mira in Turchia. Dal 1087 le reliquie di S. Nicola sono conservate </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nella Basilica, eretta in suo onore a Bari.</span></span></span></span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-25336928510392875632010-09-04T09:40:00.000-07:002010-09-18T19:52:49.785-07:00Ode a Taormine<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">Ode a Taormina<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4VKslZcRmZM4CAokJlxte_vh12aFQUYTAw0hzNKBs8lW2FJ1SNeIcHQv7vGxMZ-0idexsOz7NG7LHesihdt4EDb9JspZ4dF21Z-L64U7m4HOq51JFl1ggBJKNogpjMn9zBTzqXlOpNE/s1600/TAORMINA+CENTRO+giro+125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4VKslZcRmZM4CAokJlxte_vh12aFQUYTAw0hzNKBs8lW2FJ1SNeIcHQv7vGxMZ-0idexsOz7NG7LHesihdt4EDb9JspZ4dF21Z-L64U7m4HOq51JFl1ggBJKNogpjMn9zBTzqXlOpNE/s320/TAORMINA+CENTRO+giro+125.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Oh terra</b></span></span></span><span lang="IT" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>vortice di nuvole e di mare...</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Dalla spiaggia</b></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>il tuo leone rampante mi saluta,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>mentre l'acqua balla sulle rocce.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Vivo come se fosse</b></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>l'ultima giornata</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>arrampicata ai tuoi balconi</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>lo spirito sospeso sui tuoi ponti.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Profumo di fiori bianchi</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>alberi fioriti</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>buganville, gerani, tulipani,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>gli occhi pieni di colori</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Oh figlia di Sicilia,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>terra pietrosa e secca</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>che beve l'acqua a piccole goccie.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Cammino per le stradine,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>e aspiro il fumo del tabacco nero,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>sui gradini del Teatro Greco</b></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>mentre le stelle mi parlano d' amore.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Sassi di tutte le misure sulla terra</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>vasi di tutti le misure sui balconi.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Le facce sui terrazzi mi salutano...</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Il vecchio palazzo arabo</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>apre la sua vecchia porta.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Qualcuno appare e muove la sua mano</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>nell'arrivederci più dolce.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Oh terra siciliana, oh Taormina</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>mi duole il tuo ricordo</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span> <span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>ancor prima di partire.</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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<span lang="IT" style="color: #333333; font-size: 10pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><b>Dea Bea, 2010</b></span></div></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Foto: Giardino pubblico in Taormina</span></span></span></span></div></div>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-47185021090076889072010-08-20T18:16:00.000-07:002010-11-18T10:45:02.488-08:00Vivere senza comunicazione<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0epctsQ257V7OheILshyphenhyphenrJtG9w9Nd9ukGyP1qsEY6x83N0MwvzoGiVaKF_4CTs49XN5w57QW04Kjbp69UEqEcoT352PapQ_KrzteolbFloFODhZkXBkC6lWE6FQ4EtNtKdGMj0X7eFPM/s1600/mar+madreesp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0epctsQ257V7OheILshyphenhyphenrJtG9w9Nd9ukGyP1qsEY6x83N0MwvzoGiVaKF_4CTs49XN5w57QW04Kjbp69UEqEcoT352PapQ_KrzteolbFloFODhZkXBkC6lWE6FQ4EtNtKdGMj0X7eFPM/s320/mar+madreesp.jpg" /></a></div><b><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Società troppo consumista,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>società superficiale…<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Fatta di esseri in solitudine,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>pieni di frustrazioni<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e di paura.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Società senza senso.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Siamo feriti <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>che abitano e rimangono<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>nella noia<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>e nel buio.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ci manca quello che porte<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>l’intelligenzia affettiva.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ci manca qualcuno che ascolti,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>un’amore sensibile,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>una risposta sicura<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>che possibilite i sogni<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>d’ognuno insieme all’altro.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Gente<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>non troppo comunicata,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
<span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>relazione</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>fatta di parole effimere.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>All’interno <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>solo ritrovamo egoismo:<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>tutte vittime di se stessi,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>nessuno sa chi è l’altro<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>nella propria solitudine.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Nessuno ascolta nessuno<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>tutti parliamo allo stesso tempo.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>non sappiamo chi siamo.</b></span><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Bea Candianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03922690634449750508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6067295032134359874.post-38178149288639465622010-08-20T18:10:00.000-07:002010-09-04T11:19:38.084-07:00L'Alma<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="IT"> </span></b><br />
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</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dorme e si sviluppa<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">bianca come una luna nuova<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lasciata su l’oceano,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che stilla anche<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quando chiude i suoi occhi.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dorme,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quieta, silenziosa, abbandonata,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come l’ultimo attimo di bellezza<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dell’alba.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lui si sveglia mentre lei riposa <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e giace liberata di tutti i sogni,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sospesa tra la vita e la morte:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">rinunciata, dimenticata, impedita.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">L’uomo l’adora<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nella sua mente salvaggia.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vecchio amore eterno<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">davanti quei desideri <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">misteriosi ed inevitabili.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bellissima,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">l’opera d’arte di natura<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sul letto bianco ,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come la luce della stella,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">si allontana senza disturbi,<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e lui sorride.</span></span></b><br />
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</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Adesso sull'orizzonte,</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lei é solo una nuvola </span></span></b><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">bianca.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Dea Bea</b></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dedicato a quel uomo che è tornato vedovo tra un anno di sposato.</span></span></span><br />
<span lang="IT"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sua moglie si è malata dopo il viaggio di nozze con una malattia mortale.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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