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&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;attraverso l'istante rappreso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;dalla fatica del suolo all'alba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;bisbigliare forme sbrinarsi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;in sagome incerte che intuisco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;nel nero vociare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;in questo delirio di atti incolti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;esigo il ramo esigo l'ombra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;ansia puerile del disatteso germogliare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-4470813966485356496?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/4470813966485356496/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2011/09/pudore-di-prima-luce.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all'alba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;" &gt;Saccheggio respiri succhiando&lt;br /&gt;aria tra spigoli di tavolo e cenere&lt;br /&gt;e resto a lungo a guardarti tra i cocci&lt;br /&gt;nel groviglio di ombre rotte dai capelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la distanza è metro di sopravvivenza&lt;br /&gt;una sigaretta è la risposta a chi non chiede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-1844267523496493153?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/1844267523496493153/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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giornaliera&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;migro e traduco il non risponderti&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nella terra che tu mi hai promesso&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma che è solo esilio di carta e sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musaerato]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-5839061363430732827?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/5839061363430732827/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2011/04/desiderio-di-lucore-e-fobia-di-luce.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/5839061363430732827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempi morti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;un libro aperto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e un abat-jour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi tolsi i petali di dosso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sudai umanità e smagrii &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;di respiri a ragionarci &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;di lingua a darci in pasto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mani troppo a lungo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meditate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi chiedesti cedimenti e mi feci culla alla tua bocca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-9218847064401816696?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/9218847064401816696/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-365543549744821584</id><published>2011-01-20T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:08:17.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>il tuo andare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;sfato il turchino di stantìe memorie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;a coniugare l'imperfetto &lt;em&gt;respirare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;aria di ginestre e di gennaio,&lt;br /&gt;sbrino i tuoi occhi a farne acqua salata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;finché non mi licenzi il fiato reso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;coperta al gonfio, sazio costato,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;abdico al tuo sguardo sotteso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;Io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;quando vado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;divento a me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;il tuo andare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[musaerato]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-365543549744821584?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/365543549744821584/comments/default' 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senza rigoglio,&lt;br /&gt;gocciola in una nenia infinita di saliva e terreno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;- laconica malinconia non usa alle parole -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;in questa notte che attende l'alba franare io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;nel dolore la salvezza e calpesto l'erba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;per sentirla odorare di muffa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-499169223736549198?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-5744521161411372004</id><published>2010-12-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:22:37.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>l'alfabeto delle foglie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nell'alcova la mia lirica si fa d'ombra&lt;br /&gt;e mi stringe la gola ripassare distanze&lt;br /&gt;l'intrecciarsi di vesti mi serra i passi&lt;br /&gt;Tra spazi cavi di vuoto perdo appigli&lt;br /&gt;di un &lt;em&gt;era &lt;/em&gt;levigato da mani che rubano&lt;br /&gt;terra alla terra e stracciano l’erba ostile&lt;br /&gt;per arrivare al canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l’alfabeto delle foglie si disperde tra le chiome di un ciliegio&lt;br /&gt;e la radice irretita da ingombri insidia le mura e ne fa crepe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-5744521161411372004?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/5744521161411372004/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/12/alfabeto-delle-foglie.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/5744521161411372004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/5744521161411372004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/12/alfabeto-delle-foglie.html' title='l&apos;alfabeto delle foglie'/><author><name>musaerato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313012401773125209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-4560140861178613685</id><published>2010-11-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:39:08.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ti offrii fiori differenti in giorni uguali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;li strappai alla solitudine del suolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confusi i nostri occhi a sgomento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;belati di agnelli agognanti a gridare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pioggia ad espiare i deliri coi diluvi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frenesia ristagna feconda nell'acqua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando bastava sbucciare una mela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e non mangiarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mundi'/><author><name>musaerato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313012401773125209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-721384572565794533</id><published>2010-11-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:38:42.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>L'intruso fiore</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;mendico l'inquietudine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;a incresparmi la vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;in un frastaglio di affanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;a rubarmi l’ossigeno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;senza lacrime a guarnire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;il viso, a sbrogliare il fiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;mi guadagno nel contegno autunnale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;la gioia di un intruso fiore da catrame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-3480748155415079044</id><published>2010-10-17T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:38:26.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>foglia o ramo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;L'astinenza alla vita stride col resto,&lt;br /&gt;il non avere intenzioni quantifica&lt;br /&gt;la tara: mettere confini ai sensi&lt;br /&gt;frontiere in fila, crepe nel selciato,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indecisa se essere foglia o ramo&lt;br /&gt;essere altrove, essere altrimenti&lt;br /&gt;se solo imparassi a stare ferma&lt;br /&gt;forse comprenderei anche la fuga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora che la sera esita&lt;br /&gt;il carico di luce nulla infrange,&lt;br /&gt;nulla muta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-3480748155415079044?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/3480748155415079044/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/10/foglia-o-ramo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/3480748155415079044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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parole a farne un ricamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;fili di capelli e sale nella cruna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;affondo l'ago nel carnato e fregio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;di addii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la lingua muta sfaldarsi al tocco&lt;br /&gt;ché il tessuto è molle e i fili folti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;e sfilo i verbi tra le pieghe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;incunearsi nella mia vita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;nella tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-259081059983282074?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/259081059983282074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/09/cucio-le-parole-farne-un-ricamo.html#comment-form' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>La mia preghiera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ché il giorno ci divori e ci rigurgiti&lt;br /&gt;e ci doni alla notte senza carezze&lt;br /&gt;smaniosi di luce appena annusata&lt;br /&gt;degni solo di un letargo animale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasciare i sogni nella pancia del crepuscolo&lt;br /&gt;è la mia preghiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-5300861003944674962?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/5300861003944674962/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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/&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-4395532543775884908?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/4395532543775884908/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/08/dolenza-o-nulla.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/4395532543775884908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/4395532543775884908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/08/dolenza-o-nulla.html' title='Dolenza o 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ingoia&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi occhi mi percorrono il sonno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-3684805625268544383?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/3684805625268544383/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-tuoi-occhi-mi-percorrono-il-sonno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/3684805625268544383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/3684805625268544383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Ed è per questo che mento a me stessa, perché mi&lt;br /&gt;voglio incondizionatamente bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-2560269629519895285?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/2560269629519895285/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/07/zen-poetry2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/2560269629519895285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' necessario trovare la distanza vitale&lt;br /&gt;dall'albero&lt;br /&gt;affinché l'ombra non impedisca la fioritura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[musaerato]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-3219953185018956308?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/3219953185018956308/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/04/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/3219953185018956308'/><link 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grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti vedo riflesso sul bicchiere&lt;br /&gt;faccio lunghi sorsi dei tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;a gocce mi sei comparso in gola&lt;br /&gt;come ad ogni alba &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E oso un singulto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[musaerato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-8561125706348244080?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/8561125706348244080/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>Haiku_俳句</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il raccolto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aro macerie&lt;br /&gt;e semino i frantumi&lt;br /&gt;nel mentre opaco&lt;br /&gt;(22 novembre 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'evidenza del taciuto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Traverso e foro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baro di lingua e gola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sottintesi, echi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(23 ottobre 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo polvere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pulviscolo oltre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strisce incandescenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solo polvere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;che si insinua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed insinua certezze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;su chi è mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(23 ottobre 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forma e sostanza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anima in folle&lt;br /&gt;di corpi in ombre morte&lt;br /&gt;orbe di forme&lt;br /&gt;(27 settembre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abito scuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sciolgo parole&lt;br /&gt;svestendomi i silenzi&lt;br /&gt;di fregi e orpelli&lt;br /&gt;(27 settembre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far del giorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastico il gelo&lt;br /&gt;di voci e cocci all'alba&lt;br /&gt;di gente che va.&lt;br /&gt;(7 settembre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Risveglio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo le braccia&lt;br /&gt;ed accolgo il mattino&lt;br /&gt;tra vetri e polve.&lt;br /&gt;(7 agosto 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonfio di inedia&lt;br /&gt;il giorno scade ancora&lt;br /&gt;e l'ora spira.&lt;br /&gt;(7 agosto 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento il respiro&lt;br /&gt;sciogliersi agli accenni&lt;br /&gt;di prima luce&lt;br /&gt;(29 luglio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dubbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Soffi d'incerto&lt;br /&gt;mi carezzano il viso&lt;br /&gt;velano gli occhi.&lt;br /&gt;(4 luglio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grevi pensieri&lt;br /&gt;alleggeriti dai se&lt;br /&gt;librano nei ma.&lt;br /&gt;(4 luglio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inerzia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abulìa ai no.&lt;br /&gt;Li rincorro esanime&lt;br /&gt;e mi svelo a te.&lt;br /&gt;(12 giugno 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde e sabbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nello scoprirmi&lt;br /&gt;avvinta mi trovai&lt;br /&gt;fra onde e sabbia.&lt;br /&gt;(8 maggio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nei silenzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nei silenzi&lt;br /&gt;incarto le parole&lt;br /&gt;e scarto i se.&lt;br /&gt;(24 aprile 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bauli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serro i silenzi&lt;br /&gt;in bauli interrati&lt;br /&gt;e mordo polvere.&lt;br /&gt;(17 aprile 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malinconia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malinconia&lt;br /&gt;tu mi sbucci i ricordi&lt;br /&gt;e arrivi alla polpa.&lt;br /&gt;(23 marzo 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni soffiati&lt;br /&gt;di respiri di note.&lt;br /&gt;Echi riflessi.&lt;br /&gt;(26 febbraio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avidamente&lt;br /&gt;respiro il tuo respiro&lt;br /&gt;che si fa affanno.&lt;br /&gt;(24 febbraio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bellezza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tua bellezza&lt;br /&gt;soffocherà il respiro&lt;br /&gt;di bramanti occhi.&lt;br /&gt;(6 febbraio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lampada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma di luce,&lt;br /&gt;gusto appena dolciastro.&lt;br /&gt;Brama soffusa.&lt;br /&gt;29 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assoluzioni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete d' alba,&lt;br /&gt;penombra di idee ignote:&lt;br /&gt;Ego me absolvo.&lt;br /&gt;(27 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esserti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' folla di noi&lt;br /&gt;nel mio essere ed esserti.&lt;br /&gt;E sola di me.&lt;br /&gt;(22 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mutatur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vana coscienza,&lt;br /&gt;assenza di ricordi,&lt;br /&gt;E Mutamento.&lt;br /&gt;(18 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tramonto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nubi iridate,&lt;br /&gt;luce crepuscolare,&lt;br /&gt;è già mattino?&lt;br /&gt;(15 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aldilà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vedo le cose&lt;br /&gt;al di là delle cose.&lt;br /&gt;Fruscio di vento.&lt;br /&gt;(15 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cogito ergo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplessità in me.&lt;br /&gt;Cogito sull' essere:&lt;br /&gt;è e non è? Forse.&lt;br /&gt;(12 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detenzione&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbarre incolori,&lt;br /&gt;prigioniera del tuo io:&lt;br /&gt;Pioggia incessante.&lt;br /&gt;(10 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malessere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spasimo audace.&lt;br /&gt;Tormento senza posa.&lt;br /&gt;Anima inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;(8 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'invidiosa Luna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivimi dentro,&lt;br /&gt;ascolta il mio respiro,&lt;br /&gt;breve è la notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La bianca Luna&lt;br /&gt;ci osserva con invidia&lt;br /&gt;mentre mi nutri.&lt;br /&gt;(22 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le grida, le mie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento gridare.&lt;br /&gt;Eco senza ritorno.&lt;br /&gt;Le grida, le mie.&lt;br /&gt;(17 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idillio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto lirico&lt;br /&gt;echeggia nella vuota&lt;br /&gt;piccola stanza.&lt;br /&gt;(17 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stai in silenzio.&lt;br /&gt;Ascolta la tua sete,&lt;br /&gt;per un attimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ocra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagine gialle&lt;br /&gt;di un vecchio romanzo&lt;br /&gt;privo di fine.&lt;br /&gt;(16 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prospettive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vedi ancora,&lt;br /&gt;ma non mi guardi affatto.&lt;br /&gt;Ed io sono qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisibile,&lt;br /&gt;ti osservo nel tuo buio,&lt;br /&gt;cala la notte.&lt;br /&gt;(9 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al tramonto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resto a vedere&lt;br /&gt;quel lungo lento bacio&lt;br /&gt;tra cielo e mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce fusione,&lt;br /&gt;mitezza di profumi,&lt;br /&gt;pace interiore.&lt;br /&gt;(4 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acquiescenza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assecondare&lt;br /&gt;senza limite alcuno&lt;br /&gt;il tuo essere se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pur di riaverti&lt;br /&gt;averti e ancora averti&lt;br /&gt;e scivolo giù&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel precipizio&lt;br /&gt;del non saperti mai mio&lt;br /&gt;pur avendoti.&lt;br /&gt;(1 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabula rasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piove su di me,&lt;br /&gt;scivolano i pensieri:&lt;br /&gt;Tabula rasa.&lt;br /&gt;(28 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eclissi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeo te rogoiam&lt;br /&gt;ut ad me venias:&lt;br /&gt;Luna defecit.&lt;br /&gt;(27 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rossa sfera&lt;br /&gt;si accompagna nel mare:&lt;br /&gt;lenta fusione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sola linea&lt;br /&gt;che separa i due mondi.&lt;br /&gt;E Monet è lì.&lt;br /&gt;(26 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una sensazione&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sensazione,&lt;br /&gt;forse non ti rivedrò:&lt;br /&gt;pioggia scrosciante.&lt;br /&gt;(25 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costantemente&lt;br /&gt;lotto con la mia Psiche,&lt;br /&gt;e perdo e vinco.&lt;br /&gt;(25 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ricordi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioggia sottile&lt;br /&gt;bagna i miei ricordi,&lt;br /&gt;lava la notte.&lt;br /&gt;(21 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;πάντα ῥεῖ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesa attesa.&lt;br /&gt;Di cosa? Di chi? Perché?&lt;br /&gt;La mente vaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troppe domande,&lt;br /&gt;una sola risposta:&lt;br /&gt;il tempo scorre.&lt;br /&gt;(20 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stormi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormi che vanno,&lt;br /&gt;sequenze metodiche,&lt;br /&gt;cerchi danzanti.&lt;br /&gt;(19 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allo specchio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè ti vedo,&lt;br /&gt;se sono allo specchio&lt;br /&gt;sola in casa?&lt;br /&gt;(13 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solitudini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristezza di chi&lt;br /&gt;giudicandosi solo,&lt;br /&gt;diventa solo.&lt;br /&gt;(9 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ieri, oggi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritenendoci&lt;br /&gt;ancorati all' ieri&lt;br /&gt;scrivo l' oggi.&lt;br /&gt;(7 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Affanno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo respiro&lt;br /&gt;diventato affanno&lt;br /&gt;si lega al mio.&lt;br /&gt;(6 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egoismi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifferente.&lt;br /&gt;Ignori ogni cosa&lt;br /&gt;tranne te stesso.&lt;br /&gt;(5 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di continuo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente&lt;br /&gt;sei nei miei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;(4 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Musa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se l' ispirazione&lt;br /&gt;tarda a travolgermi,&lt;br /&gt;azzero tutto.&lt;br /&gt;(3 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perplessità&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occhi incerti,&lt;br /&gt;mi interrogano se,&lt;br /&gt;e dicono ma.&lt;br /&gt;(3 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi desto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profumi densi,&lt;br /&gt;rugiada mattutina,&lt;br /&gt;dolce risveglio.&lt;br /&gt;(2 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Squasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silenzio&lt;br /&gt;mi parli con gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;e mi devasti.&lt;br /&gt;(30 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follia di te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbe insane,&lt;br /&gt;immagini contorte,&lt;br /&gt;follia di te.&lt;br /&gt;(29 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foglie rosse&lt;br /&gt;tingono caldamente&lt;br /&gt;il verde cheto.&lt;br /&gt;(28 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nebbia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sei accanto&lt;br /&gt;ma non mi vedi più:&lt;br /&gt;Nebbia fitta.&lt;br /&gt;(26 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suono di lira&lt;br /&gt;echeggia nel vento,&lt;br /&gt;mi accarezza.&lt;br /&gt;(24 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dlin dlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il campanello.&lt;br /&gt;Bussano alla porta:&lt;br /&gt;già so chi non è.&lt;br /&gt;(23 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raggio di sole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raggio di sole&lt;br /&gt;inebriami di luce,&lt;br /&gt;riscaldami.&lt;br /&gt;(22 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelo senza ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlami di te&lt;br /&gt;Angelo senza ali:&lt;br /&gt;quale la causa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sai volare,&lt;br /&gt;eppure ti vedo là,&lt;br /&gt;librarti alto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberamente,&lt;br /&gt;solitario mai solo,&lt;br /&gt;non senza meta.&lt;br /&gt;(16 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Velocità&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treno in corsa&lt;br /&gt;rumore costante&lt;br /&gt;segmentato.&lt;br /&gt;(16 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senza fiato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero di te&lt;br /&gt;si ferma il respiro&lt;br /&gt;continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;(13 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore di loto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce profumo,&lt;br /&gt;inebriami i sensi:&lt;br /&gt;fiore di loto.&lt;br /&gt;(13 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fracasso di ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notte silente&lt;br /&gt;accendo i pensieri:&lt;br /&gt;fracasso di ma.&lt;br /&gt;(11 ottobre 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='Haiku_俳句'/><author><name>musaerato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313012401773125209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-2866508088779581417</id><published>2009-10-07T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:35:25.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>Haiku_2009 (02)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il raccolto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aro macerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e semino i frantumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nel mentre opaco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(22 novembre 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'evidenza del taciuto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traverso e foro&lt;br /&gt;baro di lingua e gola:&lt;br /&gt;sottintesi, echi&lt;br /&gt;(23 ottobre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo polvere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulviscolo oltre&lt;br /&gt;strisce incandescenti.&lt;br /&gt;Solo polvere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che si insinua&lt;br /&gt;ed insinua certezze&lt;br /&gt;su chi è mobile&lt;br /&gt;(23 ottobre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forma e sostanza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anima in folle&lt;br /&gt;di corpi in ombre morte&lt;br /&gt;orbe di forme&lt;br /&gt;(27 settembre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abito scuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sciolgo parole&lt;br /&gt;svestendomi i silenzi&lt;br /&gt;di fregi e orpelli&lt;br /&gt;(27 settembre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Far del giorno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastico il gelo&lt;br /&gt;di voci e cocci all'alba&lt;br /&gt;di gente che va.&lt;br /&gt;(7 settembre 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Risveglio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo le braccia&lt;br /&gt;ed accolgo il mattino&lt;br /&gt;tra vetri e polve.&lt;br /&gt;(7 agosto 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonfio di inedia&lt;br /&gt;il giorno scade ancora&lt;br /&gt;e l'ora spira.&lt;br /&gt;(7 agosto 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento il respiro&lt;br /&gt;sciogliersi agli accenni&lt;br /&gt;di prima luce&lt;br /&gt;(29 luglio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubbi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soffi d'incerto&lt;br /&gt;mi carezzano il viso&lt;br /&gt;velano gli occhi.&lt;br /&gt;(4 luglio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grevi pensieri&lt;br /&gt;alleggeriti dai se&lt;br /&gt;librano nei ma.&lt;br /&gt;(4 luglio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inerzia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abulìa ai no.&lt;br /&gt;Li rincorro esanime&lt;br /&gt;e mi svelo a te.&lt;br /&gt;(12 giugno 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde e sabbia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nello scoprirmi&lt;br /&gt;avvinta mi trovai&lt;br /&gt;fra onde e sabbia.&lt;br /&gt;(8 maggio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nei silenzi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nei silenzi&lt;br /&gt;incarto le parole&lt;br /&gt;e scarto i se.&lt;br /&gt;(24 aprile 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bauli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serro i silenzi&lt;br /&gt;in bauli interrati&lt;br /&gt;e mordo polvere.&lt;br /&gt;(17 aprile 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-2866508088779581417?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/2866508088779581417/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku2009-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/2866508088779581417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/2866508088779581417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku2009-02.html' title='Haiku_2009 (02)'/><author><name>musaerato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313012401773125209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-6868409443162016173</id><published>2009-10-07T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:35:04.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>Haiku_2009 (01)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malinconia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malinconia&lt;br /&gt;tu mi sbucci i ricordi&lt;br /&gt;e arrivi alla polpa.&lt;br /&gt;(23 marzo 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni soffiati&lt;br /&gt;di respiri di note.&lt;br /&gt;Echi riflessi.&lt;br /&gt;(26 febbraio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avidamente&lt;br /&gt;respiro il tuo respiro&lt;br /&gt;che si fa affanno.&lt;br /&gt;(24 febbraio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bellezza &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tua bellezza&lt;br /&gt;soffocherà il respiro&lt;br /&gt;di bramanti occhi.&lt;br /&gt;(6 febbraio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lampada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma di luce,&lt;br /&gt;gusto appena dolciastro.&lt;br /&gt;Brama soffusa.&lt;br /&gt;29 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assoluzioni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete d' alba,&lt;br /&gt;penombra di idee ignote:&lt;br /&gt;Ego me absolvo.&lt;br /&gt;(27 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esserti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' folla di noi&lt;br /&gt;nel mio essere ed esserti.&lt;br /&gt;E sola di me.&lt;br /&gt;(22 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mutatur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vana coscienza,&lt;br /&gt;assenza di ricordi,&lt;br /&gt;E Mutamento.&lt;br /&gt;(18 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tramonto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nubi iridate,&lt;br /&gt;luce crepuscolare,&lt;br /&gt;è già mattino?&lt;br /&gt;(15 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aldilà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vedo le cose&lt;br /&gt;al di là delle cose.&lt;br /&gt;Fruscio di vento.&lt;br /&gt;(15 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cogito ergo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplessità in me.&lt;br /&gt;Cogito sull' essere:&lt;br /&gt;è e non è? Forse.&lt;br /&gt;(12 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detenzione&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbarre incolori,&lt;br /&gt;prigioniera del tuo io:&lt;br /&gt;Pioggia incessante.&lt;br /&gt;(10 gennaio 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malessere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spasimo audace.&lt;br /&gt;Tormento senza posa.&lt;br /&gt;Anima inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;(8 gennaio 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-6868409443162016173?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/6868409443162016173/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku2009-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/6868409443162016173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4418328087033092840/posts/default/6868409443162016173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku2009-01.html' title='Haiku_2009 (01)'/><author><name>musaerato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09313012401773125209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC6oaUEsmjA/S-_RAIwW9VI/AAAAAAAAACg/yxo0vrkieVM/S220/erato.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4418328087033092840.post-1018885754530253377</id><published>2009-10-02T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:34:33.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musaerato'/><title type='text'>Haiku_2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'invidiosa Luna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivimi dentro,&lt;br /&gt;ascolta il mio respiro,&lt;br /&gt;breve è la notte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La bianca Luna&lt;br /&gt;ci osserva con invidia&lt;br /&gt;mentre mi nutri.&lt;br /&gt;(22 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le grida, le mie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento gridare.&lt;br /&gt;Eco senza ritorno.&lt;br /&gt;Le grida, le mie.&lt;br /&gt;(17 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idillio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto lirico&lt;br /&gt;echeggia nella vuota&lt;br /&gt;piccola stanza.&lt;br /&gt;(17 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stai in silenzio.&lt;br /&gt;Ascolta la tua sete,&lt;br /&gt;per un attimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ocra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagine gialle&lt;br /&gt;di un vecchio romanzo&lt;br /&gt;privo di fine.&lt;br /&gt;(16 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prospettive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vedi ancora,&lt;br /&gt;ma non mi guardi affatto.&lt;br /&gt;Ed io sono qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisibile,&lt;br /&gt;ti osservo nel tuo buio,&lt;br /&gt;cala la notte.&lt;br /&gt;(9 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al tramonto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resto a vedere&lt;br /&gt;quel lungo lento bacio&lt;br /&gt;tra cielo e mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce fusione,&lt;br /&gt;mitezza di profumi,&lt;br /&gt;pace interiore.&lt;br /&gt;(4 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acquiescenza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assecondare&lt;br /&gt;senza limite alcuno&lt;br /&gt;il tuo essere se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pur di riaverti&lt;br /&gt;averti e ancora averti&lt;br /&gt;e scivolo giù&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel precipizio&lt;br /&gt;del non saperti mai mio&lt;br /&gt;pur avendoti.&lt;br /&gt;(1 dicembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tabula rasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piove su di me,&lt;br /&gt;scivolano i pensieri:&lt;br /&gt;Tabula rasa.&lt;br /&gt;(28 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eclissi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeo te rogoiam&lt;br /&gt;ut ad me venias:&lt;br /&gt;Luna defecit.&lt;br /&gt;(27 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rossa sfera&lt;br /&gt;si accompagna nel mare:&lt;br /&gt;lenta fusione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sola linea&lt;br /&gt;che separa i due mondi.&lt;br /&gt;E Monet è lì.&lt;br /&gt;(26 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una sensazione&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sensazione,&lt;br /&gt;forse non ti rivedrò:&lt;br /&gt;pioggia scrosciante.&lt;br /&gt;(25 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psiche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costantemente&lt;br /&gt;lotto con la mia Psiche,&lt;br /&gt;e perdo e vinco.&lt;br /&gt;(25 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricordi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioggia sottile&lt;br /&gt;bagna i miei ricordi,&lt;br /&gt;lava la notte.&lt;br /&gt;(21 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;πάντα ῥεῖ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesa attesa.&lt;br /&gt;Di cosa? Di chi? Perché?&lt;br /&gt;La mente vaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troppe domande,&lt;br /&gt;una sola risposta:&lt;br /&gt;il tempo scorre.&lt;br /&gt;(20 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stormi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormi che vanno,&lt;br /&gt;sequenze metodiche,&lt;br /&gt;cerchi danzanti.&lt;br /&gt;(19 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allo specchio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè ti vedo,&lt;br /&gt;se sono allo specchio&lt;br /&gt;sola in casa?&lt;br /&gt;(13 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitudini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristezza di chi&lt;br /&gt;giudicandosi solo,&lt;br /&gt;diventa solo.&lt;br /&gt;(9 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ieri, oggi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritenendoci&lt;br /&gt;ancorati all' ieri&lt;br /&gt;scrivo l' oggi.&lt;br /&gt;(7 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Affanno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo respiro&lt;br /&gt;diventato affanno&lt;br /&gt;si lega al mio.&lt;br /&gt;(6 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egoismi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifferente.&lt;br /&gt;Ignori ogni cosa&lt;br /&gt;tranne te stesso.&lt;br /&gt;(5 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di continuo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente&lt;br /&gt;sei nei miei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;(4 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Musa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se l' ispirazione&lt;br /&gt;tarda a travolgermi,&lt;br /&gt;azzero tutto.&lt;br /&gt;(3 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perplessità&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occhi incerti,&lt;br /&gt;mi interrogano se,&lt;br /&gt;e dicono ma.&lt;br /&gt;(3 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi desto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profumi densi,&lt;br /&gt;rugiada mattutina,&lt;br /&gt;dolce risveglio.&lt;br /&gt;(2 novembre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silenzio&lt;br /&gt;mi parli con gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;e mi devasti.&lt;br /&gt;(30 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follia di te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbe insane,&lt;br /&gt;immagini contorte,&lt;br /&gt;follia di te.&lt;br /&gt;(29 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autunno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foglie rosse&lt;br /&gt;tingono caldamente&lt;br /&gt;il verde cheto.&lt;br /&gt;(28 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nebbia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sei accanto&lt;br /&gt;ma non mi vedi più:&lt;br /&gt;Nebbia fitta.&lt;br /&gt;(26 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suono di lira&lt;br /&gt;echeggia nel vento,&lt;br /&gt;mi accarezza.&lt;br /&gt;(24 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dlin dlon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il campanello.&lt;br /&gt;Bussano alla porta:&lt;br /&gt;già so chi non è.&lt;br /&gt;(23 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raggio di sole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raggio di sole&lt;br /&gt;inebriami di luce,&lt;br /&gt;riscaldami.&lt;br /&gt;(22 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelo senza ali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlami di te&lt;br /&gt;Angelo senza ali:&lt;br /&gt;quale la causa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sai volare,&lt;br /&gt;eppure ti vedo là,&lt;br /&gt;librarti alto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberamente,&lt;br /&gt;solitario mai solo,&lt;br /&gt;non senza meta.&lt;br /&gt;(16 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Velocità&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treno in corsa&lt;br /&gt;rumore costante&lt;br /&gt;segmentato.&lt;br /&gt;(16 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senza fiato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensiero di te&lt;br /&gt;si ferma il respiro&lt;br /&gt;continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;(13 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiore di loto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce profumo,&lt;br /&gt;inebriami i sensi:&lt;br /&gt;fiore di loto.&lt;br /&gt;(13 ottobre 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fracasso di ma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notte silente&lt;br /&gt;accendo i pensieri:&lt;br /&gt;fracasso di ma.&lt;br /&gt;(11 ottobre 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4418328087033092840-1018885754530253377?l=musa-erato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/feeds/1018885754530253377/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musa-erato.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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