tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329973412011-07-08T04:25:08.288ZBluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-43873285444557179032009-06-08T22:27:00.002Z2009-06-09T08:32:19.340Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/Si4djTfXmdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/utr1bX3Kz04/s1600-h/an+gelina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345242300099828178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/Si4djTfXmdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/utr1bX3Kz04/s320/an+gelina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ANGELA<br />OGGI VA IN PENSIONE<br />MA NON E' VERO<br />E' UN' ILLUSIONE<br />PERCHè LEI SARA' SEMPRE<br />LA GIOVANE MAESTRA<br />CHE HA EDUCATO<br />CON PAZIENZA<br />CON SORRISI<br />CON AMORE<br />TANTE GENERAZIONI.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-4387328544455717903?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-42990414896189908672008-05-01T22:23:00.004Z2008-05-01T22:36:21.874Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/SBpEiQDowKI/AAAAAAAAABg/gaMy-uRBPBA/s1600-h/v8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195540475341750434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/SBpEiQDowKI/AAAAAAAAABg/gaMy-uRBPBA/s320/v8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Un anno</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a ricucire strappi</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a chiudere tutti i varchi</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a riabbozzolare </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">l'anima </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">nell'antica cella</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">della solitudine </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">eterna</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">compagna mia</span></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-4299041489618990867?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-82504451579858043972007-05-29T19:51:00.000Z2007-05-29T20:13:40.738Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RlyFDrPWJjI/AAAAAAAAABY/b615-hMWPYM/s1600-h/amore+eterno.bmp"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070073578705528370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RlyFDrPWJjI/AAAAAAAAABY/b615-hMWPYM/s320/amore+eterno.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Facciamo l'amore</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">due corpi </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">che si cercano</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">si toccano...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Parole non dette</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">chiuse</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">nel fondo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">dell'anima</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">per paura</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">di perderci</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">l'uno nell'altro.........</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-8250445157985804397?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-66658796847364028432007-05-16T23:20:00.000Z2007-05-16T23:23:20.969Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RkuSVrPWJhI/AAAAAAAAABE/IqsiFviBFvU/s1600-h/42afd8308335d_big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065303106990253586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RkuSVrPWJhI/AAAAAAAAABE/IqsiFviBFvU/s320/42afd8308335d_big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E non finiremo<br />mai<br />di torturaci</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">scavando<br />a fondo<br />nelle nostre anime<br />col pugnale<br />delle parole</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sorelle<br />Amiche<br />Nemiche</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-6665879684736402843?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-78117226726904768622007-05-12T10:07:00.000Z2007-05-12T10:10:40.745Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RkWSTI4rNMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O76aAnrex_4/s1600-h/esterne131418341302141913_big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063614213548356802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RkWSTI4rNMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O76aAnrex_4/s400/esterne131418341302141913_big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Nasci poeta<br />in una notte magica<br />come piccolo ruscello<br />sgorghi<br />dalle montagne austere<br />del tuo Molise</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><div><br />Le tue parole scorrono<br />leggere<br />ed armoniose<br />nei versi amorosi<br />dure<br />e scabre<br />nei canti politici</div><br /><div><br />Fiume impetuoso<br />la tua poesia<br />come un delta<br />apre la tua anima<br />al mare<br />dei nostri cuori</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-7811722672690476862?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-58321583394769760292007-03-13T18:29:00.000Z2007-03-13T22:20:30.665Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RfbuNycI6TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCTV3P-PPTA/s1600-h/nespolo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041478753533356338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jh8BG0lQBkA/RfbuNycI6TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCTV3P-PPTA/s320/nespolo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Piccola casa<br />in cima </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">a mille scale<br />un'azalea </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">sullo scrittoio<br />lì nell'ingresso</span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Seduta </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">sui gradini<br />ti guardo</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">mentre<br />ti pettini<br />e senza parole<br />muoio d'amore</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">per te</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-5832158339476976029?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1172275646411925852007-02-24T00:01:00.000Z2007-02-24T09:43:23.170Z<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/1600/213887/esterne131418291302141929_big.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/320/132150/esterne131418291302141929_big.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Corre veloce<br />come il mio cuore<br />la vecchia fiesta<br />color argento<br />nell'anno che</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">inizia<br />il nuovo millennio</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">novità scintillano<br />in questo </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">caldo giorno<br />di fine luglio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lassù</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">in una vecchia piazza</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">di fronte</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">ad un convento<br />ti vedrò<br />ti bacerò<br />ti accarezzerò<br />ti sorriderò<br />mio inutile<br />stupido<br />primo amore </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-117227564641192585?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1170767070960204292007-02-06T13:02:00.000Z2007-02-06T13:05:41.070Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/1600/509978/1911.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/400/925941/1911.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Semplice e comoda verità<br />per voi che non spingete<br />l'occhio<br />a perforare il guscio<br />politicamente corretto<br />e finemente invisibile<br />che mi avvolge<br />Meglio non vedere<br />meglio non sentire<br />e sorridere vacuamente<br />alla vita<br />Va tutto bene<br />it's all right</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-117076707096020429?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1169730436490246512007-01-25T13:03:00.000Z2007-01-25T13:07:16.500Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/1600/479246/53_a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/320/71060/53_a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Come sarebbero</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">diversi</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i rapporti </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">tra gli umani</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">se non </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ci si nascondesse</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">dietro i paraventi</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">dell'orgoglio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e dell'indifferenza</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-116973043649024651?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1167742871515213422007-01-02T12:58:00.000Z2007-01-02T13:03:17.516Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/1600/398749/effettoneve.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/400/728614/effettoneve.jpg" width="306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cosa scrivere<br />quando tutto<br />intorno a me<br />è buio<br />quando l'anima è lì<br />sospesa<br />sull'orlo di un dolore<br />senza fine<br />quando il cuore vaga<br />in un mondo di nebbie<br />senza trovare un approdo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-116774287151521342?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1166917909349448102006-12-23T23:48:00.000Z2006-12-23T23:51:49.350Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/1600/988788/nuvole_1024x768.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/400/845551/nuvole_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Io sono la nuvoletta</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">tu il vento</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mi porti</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">quà e là</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">per il firmamento</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ma in un lettuccio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">vorrei finire</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">abbracciata a te</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">poter dormire</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-116691790934944810?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1164581165972049202006-11-26T22:40:00.000Z2006-11-26T22:46:05.973Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/1600/558338/Talani.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3337/3617/400/961735/Talani.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nella notte del cuore</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">le parole </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">diventano inganni</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fuochi </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">che riscaldano l'animo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e infiammano il corpo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sogni dorati</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nascondono</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">le bugie dell'amore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e tu giochi a biliardo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">col mio cuore</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-116458116597204920?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1162655323640256262006-11-04T15:43:00.000Z2006-11-04T15:48:43.650Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/yhst-1458896552723_1886_33286762.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/yhst-1458896552723_1886_33286762.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Giunco sottile<br />perenne movimento<br />malinconie improvvise<br />e folli allegrie<br />sei tu<br />Anna Rita<br />amica mia<br />dall'anima bambina .</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-116265532364025626?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1160049327093761752006-10-05T11:51:00.000Z2006-10-05T11:58:02.560Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/nudo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/nudo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nella notte del cuore<br />fu bello<br />incontrarti,<br />parlarti,<br />mostrarti<br />il mio corpo nudo,<br />sentire i tuoi occhi<br />ammirarmi,<br />penetrarmi,<br />la tua voce vibrare<br />nei toni silenziosi<br />dell'orgasmo<br />Nel cuore profondo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">della notte<br />fu gioia<br />amarti<br />senza nessuna paura<br />senza nessun pudore.........</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-116004932709376175?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1159860039223187632006-10-03T07:13:00.000Z2006-10-14T21:34:48.026Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/yhst-1458896552723_1891_179720bis.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/yhst-1458896552723_1891_179720bis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Le impronte </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">delle mie dita </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sullo schermo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ombre di</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">carezze .......</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ah vorrei </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">essere fatta </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">di bit e microchip</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">così </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">potrei davvero</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">toccare te ,,,,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115986003922318763?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1159694590106356452006-10-01T09:18:00.000Z2006-10-01T09:51:51.606Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/cpici.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/cpici.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E come sempre</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ritorno</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">vecchia bambina</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">lì</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">dietro quel portone</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a chiedermi</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">perchè </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mai nessuno</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mi porti </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">via con sè</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115969459010635645?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1158403086217611332006-09-16T10:34:00.000Z2006-09-16T10:40:35.560Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/cronaca88318481009091503_big.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/cronaca88318481009091503_big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nuda son davanti a te<br />piu di quanto tu pensi<br />Nessuno<br />forse mi ha mai<br />così conosciuta..<br />la tua innocenza<br />mi travolge il cuore<br />e ho paura.......</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115840308621761133?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1157794506427045032006-09-09T09:32:00.000Z2006-09-09T09:35:06.440Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/28281347.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/28281347.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Buffo ragazzo<br />dal sorriso caldo,<br />amico </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">di momenti bui,<br />con grazia ed allegria</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">curi </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i dolori<br />dell'anima mia.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115779450642704503?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1157453643917700742006-09-05T10:51:00.000Z2006-09-05T10:57:14.773Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/Acqua.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/Acqua.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Come uno zampillo<br />che sgorga<br />da un foro nelle tubature<br />acqua che sforilla<br />riso che gorgoglia<br />ridendo dalla gola<br />lacrima<br />che quieta scende<br />senza rumor alcuno</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115745364391770074?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1157274737379873812006-09-03T09:02:00.000Z2006-09-16T13:04:05.750Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/bricco.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/bricco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Senza parole</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">rallegri e riscaldi</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">il mio cuore .</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Incongruenti </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nelle nostre dimensioni,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Compagni quotidiani</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ci comprendiamo </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">attraverso il </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">linguaggio</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">dell'amore..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115727473737987381?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1157273248796110732006-09-03T08:41:00.000Z2006-09-03T09:37:52.906Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/Scatizzi.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/Scatizzi.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">La mia isola </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">che non c'è</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sei stato tu </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mio primo amore</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Con te </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ho bypassato</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i cancelli </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">delle mie paure</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ero morta</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e divenni </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">viva......</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115727324879611073?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1157183986576593072006-09-02T07:51:00.000Z2006-09-03T09:33:11.073Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/che.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/che.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">E torneremo di nuovo<br />a giocare colle parole ,<br />a dividere vecchi e nuovi libri .<br />ad urlare antiche indignazioni . </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a ridere di falsi politici e<br />a cantare le nostre rosse</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">canzoni .</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Per sempre noi</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">incalliti sognatori....<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115718398657659307?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156806456802516532006-08-28T08:05:00.000Z2006-08-29T10:53:32.863Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/NESPOLO.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/NESPOLO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Roccia dove ripararsi<br />depuratore di giorni bui<br />tu<br />timido ragazzo<br />che lotti contro<br />i vortici neri<br />della mente</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115680645680251653?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156667405677196072006-08-27T08:27:00.000Z2006-08-27T08:42:30.156Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/008.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Volerti<br />e sapere<br />che<br />con aria innocente<br />ti stuferai<br />di me ..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115666740567719607?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156501422907776482006-08-25T10:21:00.000Z2006-08-25T10:24:37.920Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/2822UNOO03.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/2822UNOO03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ah l'amour ,l'amour<br />un tu<br />senza me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115650142290777648?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156466894727002712006-08-25T00:45:00.000Z2006-08-25T00:50:46.280Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/40c5bc577e19b_big.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/40c5bc577e19b_big.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dimmi ,dimmi</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">come sei vestito</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">cosi io possa immaginarti</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mentre cammini </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nel sole di Palermo</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">giocherellando con i tuoi pensieri</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lì vorrei essere io</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">come un piccolo granello</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">che con gli altri lotta</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">per venire a galla.......</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115646689472700271?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156451975124864792006-08-24T20:35:00.000Z2006-08-25T00:54:50.203Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/picri.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/picri.0.jpg" width="104" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Le tue mani</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">aghi sottili sulla mia pelle</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">linee sinuose</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fili di iuta </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">che mi rinchiudono </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">nel bozzolo della </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">tua passione</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115645197512486479?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156451208790616622006-08-24T20:23:00.000Z2006-08-25T00:55:15.860Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/calycanthus_occidentalis.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/calycanthus_occidentalis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">eccomi<br />sbocciata<br />sotto parole di fuoco<br />digitate dolcemente<br />in una notte d'estate ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115645120879061662?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1156250543596303972006-08-22T12:39:00.000Z2006-08-25T09:48:26.740Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/esterne281818152806182041_big.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/320/esterne281818152806182041_big.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Torni all'improvvizo<br />nella mia vita<br /><br />negli attimi solitari<br />in cui la mente<br />tesse sottili fili roventi<br /><br />un sogno mai realizzato....<br /><br />un sogno volato via<br />sulle ali di un tango</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115625054359630397?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32997341.post-1155993947497343822006-08-19T13:24:00.000Z2006-08-25T00:51:54.790Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/1600/pirrot.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/3617/400/pirrot.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In principio<strong> : <span style="font-size:180%;">IO</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32997341-115599394749734382?l=calycanthus-de-mi-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bluvulvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09119653735025065546noreply@blogger.com1