<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 01:00:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>principeluna</title><description></description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (s)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-728607960362206714</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T18:00:15.868-07:00</atom:updated><title>a te</title><description>Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;Ti odio&lt;br /&gt;non riesco a scacciarti&lt;br /&gt;ti cerco&lt;br /&gt;ti rifuggo&lt;br /&gt;Sono vomito e fiele&lt;br /&gt;sono cioccolato e miele&lt;br /&gt;sono sangue senza sperma&lt;br /&gt;suono uomo&lt;br /&gt;senza essere uomo&lt;br /&gt;sono una quercia&lt;br /&gt;con radici morte&lt;br /&gt;e non ho mai dato frutto&lt;br /&gt;sono tuo&lt;br /&gt;senza essere mio&lt;br /&gt;scappo&lt;br /&gt;da bravo malacarne&lt;br /&gt;da bravo distruttore di vite.&lt;br /&gt;Ho visto la morte&lt;br /&gt;l'ho fissata negli occhi&lt;br /&gt;e tutto,&lt;br /&gt;adesso,&lt;br /&gt;mi sembra falso&lt;br /&gt;e tutto adesso,&lt;br /&gt;mi sembra vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;So di amarti&lt;br /&gt;so di odiarti&lt;br /&gt;so di distruggerti&lt;br /&gt;e vorrei costruire&lt;br /&gt;le fondamenta&lt;br /&gt;i muri&lt;br /&gt;sei la mia casa&lt;br /&gt;nelle tue braccia&lt;br /&gt;la serenità&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-728607960362206714?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/te.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-5571196458164936947</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T07:40:50.770-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Non ho forza, adesso&lt;br /&gt;Non ho forza&lt;br /&gt;Le briciole di me&lt;br /&gt;Stanno sorreggendo&lt;br /&gt;ciò che resta della mia vita&lt;br /&gt;Le briciole di me&lt;br /&gt;tenute insieme dalla rassegnazione&lt;br /&gt;sono sparse&lt;br /&gt;a terra&lt;br /&gt;Non ho tempo&lt;br /&gt;non ho testa&lt;br /&gt;non ho niente&lt;br /&gt;per seguire&lt;br /&gt;Non voglio seguire&lt;br /&gt;Voglio solo sopravvivere&lt;br /&gt;ed andare avanti&lt;br /&gt;verso un tempo migliore&lt;br /&gt;Solo riposo&lt;br /&gt;nei ritagli di tempo&lt;br /&gt;Solo riposo&lt;br /&gt;Nient'altro&lt;br /&gt;Ho solo bisogno&lt;br /&gt;che passi il tempo&lt;br /&gt;per un po'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-5571196458164936947?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/08/non-ho-forza-adesso-non-ho-forza-le.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-8468585976021762819</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 12:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T05:15:57.412-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Io voglio regalarti la mia vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chiedo tu cambi tutta la mia vita, ora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ti do questa notizia in conclusione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Notizia è l’anagramma del mio nome, vedi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E so che serve tempo, non lo nego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anche se in fondo tempo non ce n’è, ma se... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cerco lo vedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;L’amore va veloce e tu stai indietro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se cerchi mi vedi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il bene più segreto sfugge all’uomo che non guarda avanti, mai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ricevo il tuo contrordine speciale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nemico della logica morale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Opposto della fisica normale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Geometria degli angoli nascosti, nostri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E adesso! Ripenso a quella foto insieme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Decido che non ti avrei mai perduta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;mai perduta, perché ti volevo troppo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mancano i colpi al cuore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quel poco tanto di dolore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quell’attitudine di chi ricorda tutto, ma se... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guardo, lo vedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il mondo va veloce e tu vai indietro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se cerchi, mi vedi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il bene più segreto sfugge all’uomo che non guarda avanti, mai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dietro le lacrime che mi hai nascosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Negli spazi di un segreto opposto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Resto fermo e ti aspetto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Da qui non mi è possibile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;No non rivederti più. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se lontana non sei stata mai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se cerco lo vedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;L’amore va veloce e tu stai indietro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se cerchi mi vedi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Il bene più segreto sfugge all’uomo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;che non guarda avanti, mai.&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/27517342-8468585976021762819?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/08/io-voglio-regalarti-la-mia-vita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-1130195992260254846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T08:20:01.744-07:00</atom:updated><title>today</title><description>ho voglia di te&lt;br /&gt;davvero&lt;br /&gt;voglia di sentirmi tuo&lt;br /&gt;io ho voglia di te&lt;br /&gt;ho voglia di sentire il tuo odore&lt;br /&gt;il tuo urlo sordo&lt;br /&gt;leccare la tua pelle&lt;br /&gt;nuda&lt;br /&gt;sentire la tua lingua&lt;br /&gt;che saetta fuori dalle labbra&lt;br /&gt;io ho voglia di te&lt;br /&gt;sotto la pelle&lt;br /&gt;mischiata al sangue&lt;br /&gt;fammi male tu&lt;br /&gt;mordimi&lt;br /&gt;azzannami il cuore&lt;br /&gt;sbranami&lt;br /&gt;ti voglio&lt;br /&gt;ti voglio&lt;br /&gt;ti voglio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-1130195992260254846?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-3963825989873420464</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T01:24:26.981-07:00</atom:updated><title>Silenzi</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hai stanato i miei silenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miei brillanti silenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miei silenzi di sabbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miei preziosi silenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miei silenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Li hai stanati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;fra i granelli delle mie parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;fra le pieghe della luce dei miei giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;fra le coperte vuote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Li hai stanati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ed adesso li tieni nelle mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;per accarezzarli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Li hai stanati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;per sentirne il peso nelle mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;per soppesarli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;e per capirne il senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miei silenzi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;adesso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;sono nelle tue mani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-3963825989873420464?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/07/silenzi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-9149288794322268424</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T08:36:56.674-07:00</atom:updated><title>Il padrone è legato</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Apri ferite sulla mia schiena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Apri ferite con i tuoi colpi violenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Apri ferite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Versaci il sale delle tue lacrime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;del tuo pentimento per il male che mi hai fatto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Versaci il sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e fammi bruciare ancora di più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Apri la mia pelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;la mia carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;non ti fermerò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;non ti chiederò basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;mordimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;e bacia le mie ferite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Piangendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-9149288794322268424?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/05/il-padrone-e-legato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-2592604567077073979</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T07:25:01.587-07:00</atom:updated><title>x ale</title><description>Chiedi al mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;Di fermarsi.&lt;br /&gt;Immobile,&lt;br /&gt;Nel tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Come quando guardo gli occhi tuoi.&lt;br /&gt;Chiedi al mio volto&lt;br /&gt;Di non esser&lt;br /&gt;Così trasparente,&lt;br /&gt;Così arreso,&lt;br /&gt;Davanti a te.&lt;br /&gt;Incisa&lt;br /&gt;La tua immagine&lt;br /&gt;in me&lt;br /&gt;Profondamente&lt;br /&gt;Incisa a ferro e fuoco.&lt;br /&gt;Cosa hai fatto&lt;br /&gt;In me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-2592604567077073979?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/x-ale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-5583412985311110391</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 09:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T03:00:38.770-07:00</atom:updated><title>FFSS</title><description>Soffia le tue parole.&lt;br /&gt;La tua voce,&lt;br /&gt;roca,&lt;br /&gt;Sta scacciando il mio passato.&lt;br /&gt;Le tue parole avvolgono rovine,&lt;br /&gt;Presenti,&lt;br /&gt;Ma sempre rovine.&lt;br /&gt;Uno schermo di sole&lt;br /&gt;impedisce al mio sguardo&lt;br /&gt;di vedere fantasmi,&lt;br /&gt;Di vedere&lt;br /&gt;Lacrime amare,&lt;br /&gt;di vedere&lt;br /&gt;scorrere&lt;br /&gt;il tempo a ritroso&lt;br /&gt;Sorridi&lt;br /&gt;ed il tuo sorriso è luminoso&lt;br /&gt;Sorridi&lt;br /&gt;ché è vento ed allegria&lt;br /&gt;il tuo sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno del tuo sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;della tua mano tesa,&lt;br /&gt;dell'acqua, dell'aria, del tuo respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Sorridi&lt;br /&gt;e fammi vivere&lt;br /&gt;del tuo sorriso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-5583412985311110391?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ffss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-7748107543610207103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T04:16:07.889-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bacio alle tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;fresche e rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sanno d'acqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;di miele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;di rugiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sapore di ieri&lt;br /&gt;di futuro&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che trovo e non scordo&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che voglio&lt;br /&gt;sapore stampato&lt;br /&gt;sulle mie labbra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalla prima scossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in quella notte di marzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dalla prima scossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che ci ha attraversato insieme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nello stesso istante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed io&lt;br /&gt;qua fermo&lt;br /&gt;affamato di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;adesso&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/27517342-7748107543610207103?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/bacio-alle-tue-labbra-fresche-e-rosa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-7676653580909528765</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-20T04:33:29.454-07:00</atom:updated><title>angoloale</title><description>mi manchi davvero&lt;br /&gt;mi manca la tua risata&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi occhi tristi ed allegri&lt;br /&gt;la tua voce di gola&lt;br /&gt;il fatto che capisci quello che dico&lt;br /&gt;e che mi controbatti&lt;br /&gt;e che piango volo muoio e rinasco&lt;br /&gt;nei tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;E che mi sento vivo&lt;br /&gt;quando mi tocchi il ginocchio guidando&lt;br /&gt;E che mi sento felice&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti guardo&lt;br /&gt;E che mi sento bene&lt;br /&gt;da quando sei entrata nel mio mondo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-7676653580909528765?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/angoloale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-2332012455563619576</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T09:38:18.224-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sorriso</title><description>Posso descrivere la felicità?&lt;br /&gt;Posso disegnare un sorriso?&lt;br /&gt;Posso spiegare che per me il cielo è sempre blu?&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;Oggi posso spiegarlo&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;Oggi so che posso farlo&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;Oggi so che tutte le sensazioni del mondo&lt;br /&gt;Albergano ridendo nel mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;Nella mia testa&lt;br /&gt;Nelle mie mani&lt;br /&gt;Nei miei occhi&lt;br /&gt;Insieme a te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-2332012455563619576?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorriso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-507561119037123036</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T05:04:30.064-07:00</atom:updated><title>Poesia-Sensazioni</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dolore amore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;schifo rabbia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tristezza nostalgia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;malinconia speranza  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;disperazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Follia poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Futuro passato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;presenteVagare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tornare andare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Troppe sensazioni si affollano ora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Troppe voglie e volontà diverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eppure so che è la mia strada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Andare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E so che si avvererà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-507561119037123036?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/poesia-sensazioni.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-6190450594649515759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T11:56:16.428-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Un Bacio,&lt;br /&gt;Un semplice bacio ho chiesto&lt;br /&gt;solo sentire il battito delle tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;sulle mie ciglia chiuse&lt;br /&gt;sulle mie visioni nascoste&lt;br /&gt;nelle pieghe della notte&lt;br /&gt;un bacio&lt;br /&gt;un semplice bacio&lt;br /&gt;per far si che il mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;riesca a respirare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-6190450594649515759?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-bacio-un-semplice-bacio-ho-chiesto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-559607296229345822</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T11:53:50.277-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Accanto a me la notte&lt;br /&gt;   Dietro le spalle la luce&lt;br /&gt;Sono fermo in silenzio&lt;br /&gt;   Respiro Respiro VIVO&lt;br /&gt;Ti ho sentita andar via in silenzio&lt;br /&gt;   Come in silenzio sei arrivata&lt;br /&gt;Risate vuote di suoni&lt;br /&gt;   Stampate sul tuo volto&lt;br /&gt;Incomprensibile la mia tranquillità&lt;br /&gt;   La mia ferma risolutezza&lt;br /&gt;Devo dire però&lt;br /&gt;    Che è il mio bisogno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-559607296229345822?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2009/03/accanto-me-la-notte-dietro-le-spalle-la.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-3864963816212370406</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 09:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-23T01:17:10.143-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Nuoti nella notte viola&lt;br /&gt;Nuoti nel tuo sonno&lt;br /&gt;pesante&lt;br /&gt;Nuoti attraverso i tuoi sogni&lt;br /&gt;di pace&lt;br /&gt;di tranquillità&lt;br /&gt;Cerchi di approdare&lt;br /&gt;in un porto sicuro&lt;br /&gt;in un paio di forti braccia&lt;br /&gt;A P E R T E&lt;br /&gt;ti svegli&lt;br /&gt;e sfuma ogni ricordo viola&lt;br /&gt;ti svegli&lt;br /&gt;e l'ultimo ricordo&lt;br /&gt;è patatine e birra&lt;br /&gt;chiusa da sola&lt;br /&gt;in un pub deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disegno i tuoi occhi&lt;br /&gt;I tuoi occhi verdi&lt;br /&gt;Con i miei occhi chiusi&lt;br /&gt;Rivedo&lt;br /&gt;La collana splendente&lt;br /&gt;sul tuo petto&lt;br /&gt;La collana splendente&lt;br /&gt;della tua luce&lt;br /&gt;Tu,&lt;br /&gt;in mezzo alle foglie d'autunno&lt;br /&gt;Rubavi la luce&lt;br /&gt;all'ultimo raggio d'estate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-3864963816212370406?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2008/12/nuoti-nella-notte-viola-nuoti-nel-tuo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-3645733780322595270</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T09:57:53.913-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Hai una gran voglia&lt;br /&gt;di essere nuda davanti a me&lt;br /&gt;come sotto una cascata&lt;br /&gt;come sotto la pioggia&lt;br /&gt;per sentire sferzata la pelle&lt;br /&gt;dai miei sguardi affamati&lt;br /&gt;per farmi mangiare i sensi&lt;br /&gt;per farmi mangiare le labbra&lt;br /&gt;per farmi mangiare il tuo cuore&lt;br /&gt;sanguinante&lt;br /&gt;di me&lt;br /&gt;Le tue labbra dicono che potrebbe essere&lt;br /&gt;non farle tremare adesso&lt;br /&gt;non tremare&lt;br /&gt;senti le tue emozioni sulla schiena&lt;br /&gt;salire&lt;br /&gt;senti il tuo respiro&lt;br /&gt;inciampare&lt;br /&gt;sentimi&lt;br /&gt;entrare&lt;br /&gt;sentimi&lt;br /&gt;entrare&lt;br /&gt;nella tua anima&lt;br /&gt;sentimi&lt;br /&gt;respirare&lt;br /&gt;il tuo respiro&lt;br /&gt;I miei sensi adesso&lt;br /&gt;hanno voglia di piangere ridere uccidere desiderare&lt;br /&gt;morire chiudere&lt;br /&gt;vivere&lt;br /&gt;e respirare&lt;br /&gt;l'aria&lt;br /&gt;profonda&lt;br /&gt;che&lt;br /&gt;viene&lt;br /&gt;dal&lt;br /&gt;mondo&lt;br /&gt;dal centro&lt;br /&gt;del mondo&lt;br /&gt;Schiudi le tue labbra&lt;br /&gt;per rendere il mio respiro più profondo&lt;br /&gt;schiudile&lt;br /&gt;schiudile&lt;br /&gt;ADESSO&lt;br /&gt;che ho voglia di piangere&lt;br /&gt;che ho voglia di vederle socchiuse&lt;br /&gt;per il guizzo della lingua&lt;br /&gt;che saetta&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed ho sentito te&lt;br /&gt;sapore&lt;br /&gt;di sale&lt;br /&gt;d'amaro&lt;br /&gt;di sole&lt;br /&gt;risacca&lt;br /&gt;e montagna&lt;br /&gt;lacrime&lt;br /&gt;polvere&lt;br /&gt;e lontananza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Janis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-3645733780322595270?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2008/12/hai-una-gran-voglia-di-essere-nuda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-1828308524377425947</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T08:47:25.008-08:00</atom:updated><title>sagge parole.... da leggere</title><description>La notte voli&lt;br /&gt;la notte ti consoli&lt;br /&gt;dimmi chi dorme accanto a me...&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi pensierisi muovono furtivi&lt;br /&gt;dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;bella e disarmante tu sei qua&lt;br /&gt;ma il tuo desiderio quanta strada fa&lt;br /&gt;mille modi per fuggire via...&lt;br /&gt;Non sei più mia.&lt;br /&gt;Tu soffri tanto&lt;br /&gt;ti soffoco lo sento&lt;br /&gt;dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;un corpo nudo&lt;br /&gt;sei tu almeno credo&lt;br /&gt;dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;con questo buio giuro non distinguo se&lt;br /&gt;sono da solo a far l’amore con te&lt;br /&gt;così affollata la tua mente non so&lt;br /&gt;di quale orgasmo morirò&lt;br /&gt;sussurri tanti nomi tranne che il mio&lt;br /&gt;al punto che non lo ricordo neanch’io...&lt;br /&gt;E il mio riscatto come sempre sarà...&lt;br /&gt;il letto&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se sto sbagliando un’altra volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dipendo ancora da un perché&lt;br /&gt;eppure ancora non mi basta...&lt;br /&gt;la paura di restare soli&lt;br /&gt;l’incoscienza la malinconia&lt;br /&gt;mentre dormo aspetto che ritorni...&lt;br /&gt;vincerà il tuo buon senso chissà...&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;se in tutto questo una ragione c’è...&lt;br /&gt;Supposizioni&lt;br /&gt;le solite apprensioni&lt;br /&gt;dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;vestaglia rosa&lt;br /&gt;profumo di mimosa&lt;br /&gt;ma il tempo mio chissà qual’è&lt;br /&gt;e fatalmente a mezzanotte fuggi via&lt;br /&gt;sulla tua nuvola cercando compagnia&lt;br /&gt;non solo angeli in quel cielo incontrerai&lt;br /&gt;se stai con me non rischierai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;non sarò io quel concentrato di virtù&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l’uomo ideale che t’immagini tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma sono qui, comunque io sono qui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ancora!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi chi dorme accanto a me&lt;br /&gt;non ho più dignità ne orgoglio&lt;br /&gt;ogni risveglio è una sorpresa con te...&lt;br /&gt;finirla qui sarebbe meglio...&lt;br /&gt;amori brevi amori insoddisfatti&lt;br /&gt;spero che non vi rivivrò mai più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma non c’è un amore che non ha difetti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dove sei, dove sei, dove sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimmi chi dorme accanto a me se in tutto questo una ragione c’è&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-1828308524377425947?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2008/12/sagge-parole-da-leggere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-5750745360711574298</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T08:34:58.211-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Ti amo come piangere&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come ridere&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come passione&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come dolore&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come camminare&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come due parole sole che non rendono l'idea&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come la pioggia&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come la nebbia che mi avvolge&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come il mattino di oggi&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo come scivolare&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-5750745360711574298?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2008/12/ti-amo-come-piangere-ti-amo-come-ridere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-6010543202184491660</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T17:39:15.386-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>E guardi triste&lt;br /&gt;Gli operai&lt;br /&gt;Aggirarsi fra i ponteggi&lt;br /&gt;Dalla cucina li guardi&lt;br /&gt;Che asfaltano&lt;br /&gt;Le rose del tuo giardino&lt;br /&gt;il passato nel tuo giardino&lt;br /&gt;le rose&lt;br /&gt;intrise di odio e ricordi&lt;br /&gt;intrise di gioia e d'amore&lt;br /&gt;li guardi&lt;br /&gt;ti giri&lt;br /&gt;e con&lt;br /&gt;apatia&lt;br /&gt;torni fra carote e cetrioli&lt;br /&gt;a preparare per chi non&lt;br /&gt;è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'è passione&lt;br /&gt;e non ti diverti&lt;br /&gt;più&lt;br /&gt;C'è passione&lt;br /&gt;e non guardi&lt;br /&gt;più&lt;br /&gt;nemmeno il tuo amato&lt;br /&gt;MARE&lt;br /&gt;Riavvi i capelli&lt;br /&gt;L  E N T A M E N T E&lt;br /&gt;e pensi che forse è un altro&lt;br /&gt;capriccio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provi a giocare&lt;br /&gt;con la vendetta&lt;br /&gt;anchesenonlavuoi&lt;br /&gt;e fissi cinica&lt;br /&gt;le tuo uova nel piatto&lt;br /&gt;davanti all'abete&lt;br /&gt;addobbato a festa.&lt;br /&gt;E' un Natale da&lt;br /&gt;SOLA&lt;br /&gt;distesa&lt;br /&gt;in una clinica&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;SOLA&lt;br /&gt;è senza vendetta&lt;br /&gt;è senza perchè&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-6010543202184491660?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-guardi-triste-gli-operai-aggirarsi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-160562066088304847</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-16T10:45:38.978-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isterica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Irascibile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Incostante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inaffidabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inconsueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E se dicessi che non serve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E se dicessi che rimango?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Niente può farmi cambiare idea nemmeno io.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Niente può farmi fuggire nemmeno io.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E' nei momenti più bui che si vede davvero a cosa serve l'altro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E' nei momenti peggiori che serve l'altro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;E' adesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Almeno per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-160562066088304847?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/isterica-irascibile-incostante.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-2203924576908726925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-02T08:30:45.116-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ci siamo incontrati in ritardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;abbiamo unito i sentieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in ritardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ormai troppo lontani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ormai troppo segnata la via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;per cambiarla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;se non con dolore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;se non con  orrore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eppure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vediamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;che le strade sono unite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fra noi&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/27517342-2203924576908726925?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2007/01/ci-siamo-incontrati-in-ritardo-abbiamo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-116620063246404962</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-15T08:37:12.496-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Camminerai sulla TUA strada&lt;br /&gt;non una di più&lt;br /&gt;Camminerai sulla strada maestra&lt;br /&gt;tracciata&lt;br /&gt;dai tuoi passi giorno dopo giorno&lt;br /&gt;con tutte le tue curve&lt;br /&gt;con tutti i tornanti&lt;br /&gt;cercherai di arrivare lontano&lt;br /&gt;anche se&lt;br /&gt;non saprai mai la destinazione finale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-116620063246404962?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2006/12/camminerai-sulla-tua-strada-non-una-di.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-116611432162715403</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-14T08:38:41.640-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’esigenza di un dono&lt;br /&gt;Ti coglie&lt;br /&gt;In una stanza fredda&lt;br /&gt;Ti coglie&lt;br /&gt;Avvolta nel tuo pullover&lt;br /&gt;Al freddo,&lt;br /&gt;davanti al camino&lt;br /&gt;e rigiri&lt;br /&gt;La fedina sul dito&lt;br /&gt;Guardi&lt;br /&gt;La fedina sul dito&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;LEGGERMENTE&lt;br /&gt;La sfili&lt;br /&gt;La posi&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/27517342-116611432162715403?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2006/12/lesigenza-di-un-dono-ti-coglie-in-una.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-116585293819805145</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-11T08:02:18.213-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abbiamo perso un'occasione&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbiamo guadagnato un impegno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siamo stati lì&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sul punto di cadere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siamo stati lì&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ad un passo dal baratro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e cadere, forse,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarebbe stato volare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarebbe stato donarsi le ali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l'uno all'altra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;per non cercare più di atterrare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se non al risveglio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dal sogno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-116585293819805145?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2006/12/abbiamo-perso-unoccasione-abbiamo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27517342.post-116542941609608548</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-06T10:23:36.096-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Adesso.&lt;br /&gt;Succhiare i tuoi capezzoli&lt;br /&gt;fino a farli diventare&lt;br /&gt;spini violacei per graffiarmi il volto&lt;br /&gt;per rigarmi le guance&lt;br /&gt;Lacrime di sale e d'incenso&lt;br /&gt;mentre mi baci&lt;br /&gt;Mordimi adesso&lt;br /&gt;Lascia la tua firma sui miei sensi&lt;br /&gt;ti riconoscerò&lt;br /&gt;guardandomi dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27517342-116542941609608548?l=principeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://principeluna.blogspot.com/2006/12/adesso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (s)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>