tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23118049505329889072024-03-21T14:38:26.295+01:00L'Olivo Saraceno blog di poesia di Rosanna BazzanoRosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.comBlogger800125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-52878878486420813262023-10-19T17:50:00.002+02:002023-10-19T17:50:25.580+02:00"Ero nuda" di Jacques Prévert<div dir="ltr" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>ph Enzo Patria per "Il poeta nudo"</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ero nuda tra le sue mani</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">sotto la gonna alzata</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">nuda come non mai.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Il mio giovane corpo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">era tutto in festa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">dalla punta dei miei piedi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">ai capelli sulla testa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ero come una sorgente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">che guidava la bacchetta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">del rabdomante.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Noi facevamo il male</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">il male era fatto bene.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>- Jacques Prévert</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /><br /><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjpZRHFWvdj-mWgR6Nl1rEqCXgYT5iMeFtfrBlE8KpeLhEo2xxxZsFD1sj61f-7549-Cd4-oIzGYIreDZypDijxZCKGw2DVN-z1bgXyJ1XhuzB_tWw8wGoF-TTVKKUlMErY1M7cusezaLSvQEYyfa6mi2pPw_nfiMKQJQa5NbPVUK2YEyW4IC-z4eMa8/s400/jacques_prevert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="320" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjpZRHFWvdj-mWgR6Nl1rEqCXgYT5iMeFtfrBlE8KpeLhEo2xxxZsFD1sj61f-7549-Cd4-oIzGYIreDZypDijxZCKGw2DVN-z1bgXyJ1XhuzB_tWw8wGoF-TTVKKUlMErY1M7cusezaLSvQEYyfa6mi2pPw_nfiMKQJQa5NbPVUK2YEyW4IC-z4eMa8/w160-h200/jacques_prevert.jpg" width="160" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Jacques Prévert (Neuilly-sur-Seine, 4 febbraio 1900 – Omonville-la-Petite, 11 aprile 1977) è stato un poeta e sceneggiatore francese.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fncBKNSFccHZU29H7iOqjc3w3W6dIFtJG7u984cFRBUeGn4Ybsyz1-iWc0ZoFxJn3mNxVQ8ATZYmLyqauXv0jWuN26EAGOO-84EC0y6A-pVQCLLlL101epblfYm1Ht_ysLiVhu5SKoJ3QjcPK04lAVDu9yszuNaCyBEZsoCW86izjGejOUVRycy4jCc/s1599/io%2008.10.23.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="1199" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fncBKNSFccHZU29H7iOqjc3w3W6dIFtJG7u984cFRBUeGn4Ybsyz1-iWc0ZoFxJn3mNxVQ8ATZYmLyqauXv0jWuN26EAGOO-84EC0y6A-pVQCLLlL101epblfYm1Ht_ysLiVhu5SKoJ3QjcPK04lAVDu9yszuNaCyBEZsoCW86izjGejOUVRycy4jCc/w150-h200/io%2008.10.23.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Eh, be'... che c'è da dire?<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>
Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-78342873214347299112023-10-08T23:50:00.009+02:002023-10-08T23:53:31.433+02:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3rqJLEOju2a8tr1v80CHvukANc0agYPcaMDU-s8zkURyEmejP6JrCJmKOdV8lmMIW15mVxPm8J-EErKQfVhYahq485WlX1ad7NnOcfmv7KxSzTDfovxyNVzLV5bt7XpoH9lYBeWLR0Ok-MmmFysYDQzDxSEcjX5BF0PKA3Pf44AgSWUBnyrUZ3dY-f4/s5400/Narciso,%20Caravaggio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5400" data-original-width="4460" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3rqJLEOju2a8tr1v80CHvukANc0agYPcaMDU-s8zkURyEmejP6JrCJmKOdV8lmMIW15mVxPm8J-EErKQfVhYahq485WlX1ad7NnOcfmv7KxSzTDfovxyNVzLV5bt7XpoH9lYBeWLR0Ok-MmmFysYDQzDxSEcjX5BF0PKA3Pf44AgSWUBnyrUZ3dY-f4/w528-h640/Narciso,%20Caravaggio.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Caravaggio, Narciso</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Sprecherai lunghe notti a chiederti </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">come mai non lo senta anche lui </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">– l’impulso ad abbracciarti,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">il cuore che si scioglie quando gli sei accanto –</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">come faccia a stare seduto su quella sedia,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">a parlare con quelle labbra,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">a farti una telefonata che non nasconde niente di speciale.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">A non nascondere niente nel cuore.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">O forse nasconde quello che non vuoi vedere.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Perché di certo ama qualcuno: solo che non sei tu”.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">- Andrew Sean Greer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8bzdwtucoKygLec_glSWJT6TdBkW0tQv4piY-rQJ4rJAhXx2i87zVA9PsymZ2WFQE1yuEwLbA5iGO0G9AieOdtkEMUnvYaXLn0QeT4_-_HeUSvsMo9mteO5O6i3v3EBzZmflFADNXLzqVAGmqYORdpYpz6wvQmAjACMKiyUnsdWauzdsguMksdbXVmw/s330/Andrew%20Sean%20Greer.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="220" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8bzdwtucoKygLec_glSWJT6TdBkW0tQv4piY-rQJ4rJAhXx2i87zVA9PsymZ2WFQE1yuEwLbA5iGO0G9AieOdtkEMUnvYaXLn0QeT4_-_HeUSvsMo9mteO5O6i3v3EBzZmflFADNXLzqVAGmqYORdpYpz6wvQmAjACMKiyUnsdWauzdsguMksdbXVmw/w133-h200/Andrew%20Sean%20Greer.jpeg" width="133" /></a></div><p></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">Nato a Washington nel 1970, figlio di due scienziati, ha studiato scrittura all'Università Brown e dopo la laurea ha abitato a New York dove ha svolto svariati mestieri quali l'autista, il maître e l'autore televisivo.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">Completati gli studi all'Università del Montana, si è trasferito a San Francisco è ha iniziato a pubblicare racconti in riviste prima di esordire nel 2000 con la raccolta di short-stories <i>How It Was for Me</i></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">In seguito ha pubblicato un'altra raccolta di racconti, <i>La ballata di Pearlie Cook</i>, e alcuni romanzi di successo fra cui <i>La storia di un matrimonio</i> e <i>Le confessioni di Max Tivoli</i> vincendo il Premio Bottari Lattes Grinzane e il Premio Fernanda Pivano nel 2014<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-5" style="font-size: 0.7rem; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Sean_Greer#cite_note-5" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;">[5]</a></sup>.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">Nel 2017 pubblica il romanzo <i>Less</i>, che gli vale il Premio Pulitzer 2018 per la narrativa. Vive tra gli Stati Uniti e l'Italia<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-6" style="font-size: 0.7rem; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Sean_Greer#cite_note-6" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;">]</a></sup>.</p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogwDfCon6YQ6raTN2FTXU1f9cbsLnR4mtgXZl_pWgT4lfXoA_WNwtJ_-_mzq5crBelb_T2ix2FdV5znBhEG7Bm1B8Sj3W6VhZSGW-Dus4E22_zOGRCTDCmLQb0RWSXUJuQ69zSmbR_XKn0rUTd4nxJsmiwiPcAcvBUMkarwIKxUm5XzC-EAA17yl_Afg/s1599/io%2008.10.23.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="1199" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogwDfCon6YQ6raTN2FTXU1f9cbsLnR4mtgXZl_pWgT4lfXoA_WNwtJ_-_mzq5crBelb_T2ix2FdV5znBhEG7Bm1B8Sj3W6VhZSGW-Dus4E22_zOGRCTDCmLQb0RWSXUJuQ69zSmbR_XKn0rUTd4nxJsmiwiPcAcvBUMkarwIKxUm5XzC-EAA17yl_Afg/w150-h200/io%2008.10.23.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><b>Questa poesia ha attirato la mia attenzione perché sono molte le situazioni del genere, di cui sono venuta a conoscenza.</b></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Dove l'amore è da una parte sola, l'altro si limita a ripetere rassicurati schemi vuoti: messaggio, icona, buongiorno, buonanotte... </span><span style="font-size: large;">Ma manca la sostanza, non sprecherebbe un attimo del suo tempo, che è tutto dedicato a ciò che gli piace, e tu non sei tra queste cose.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: helvetica;"><b>Mentre l'innamorato pare non voler accorgersi di tanta clamorosa assenza e si accontenta delle briciole, mentre continua a farsi presenza caracollando da un lato all'altro dell'universo mondo, mandando a carte quarantotto impegni, compiendo gesti... questi immancabilmente vengono sminuiti, per comodità, per non dover sopportare il peso della propria inconsistenza, manipolando motivazioni e intenti... </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><br /></p>Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-87229596529810491892023-04-03T08:24:00.000+02:002023-04-03T08:24:42.874+02:00Dalle cose che feci o dissi... Costantino Kavafis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUxFWEai9NNL5GJ7fycqGoBY3OfEDWxEAztUmddcUxZootOSzCrBNGMvc52uHpwKEA6VFNFWWSRSQlt7WIucSJyWHvZT63x6sd453grAcTbsuVrrMbT_hKNIE51LZkGdrcANXyhv6Pt9AA2qGwSKKnEK5LXyJhuz8GypGRLKzxGh_OW2TTunnOT0N/s522/Amanda%20Cass,%20scegliere.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUxFWEai9NNL5GJ7fycqGoBY3OfEDWxEAztUmddcUxZootOSzCrBNGMvc52uHpwKEA6VFNFWWSRSQlt7WIucSJyWHvZT63x6sd453grAcTbsuVrrMbT_hKNIE51LZkGdrcANXyhv6Pt9AA2qGwSKKnEK5LXyJhuz8GypGRLKzxGh_OW2TTunnOT0N/w490-h640/Amanda%20Cass,%20scegliere.jpeg" width="490" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: medium;">non cerchino d'indovinare chi fui</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>disegno di Amanda Cass</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Dalle cose che feci o dissi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">non cerchino d’indovinare chi fui.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">C’era un impedimento a trasformare</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">il mio modo di vivere e di agire.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">C’era un impedimento, e mi fermava</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">molte volte che stavo per parlare.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Dalle mie azioni meno appariscenti</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">e dai miei scritti più velati –</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">da questo solo mi conosceranno.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Anche se forse non varrà la pena</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">che facciano tanti sforzi per capirmi.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; 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domani morirà<br />ciò che desideriamo<br />durevole ci tenta e va<br />via. Che cosa è la gioia<br />del mondo? Un lampo che irride<br />alla notte, breve come la propria<br />luce.<br />La virtù come è fragile<br />l’amicizia come è rara<br />l’amore ci da’ una povera<br />felicità in cambio di orgoglio<br />e pena. Ma noi, benché cadano<br />subito, alla loro gioia sopravviviamo<br />e a tutto quello che diciamo<br />nostro.<br />Mentre i cieli sono azzurri e<br />di luce, mentre i fiori sono lieti<br />mentre gli occhi che prima<br />di sera cambieranno fanno sereno<br />il giorno, mentre ancora camminano<br />calme le ore, sogna tu, e dal tuo<br />sonno svegliati poi, per<br />piangere.</span><br />
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<b>Abbott Fuller Graves</b> (1859-1936) è stato un pittore e illustratore americano specializzato in pitture decorative da giardino all'aperto e nature morte floreali. Il suo uso di pennellate spesse, colori brillanti, e la luce naturale mostra l'influenza dell'impressionismo europeo.<br />
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-44178931326354392182020-01-19T09:22:00.003+01:002020-01-19T09:27:04.772+01:00Jamme, traduzione di Rosanna Bazzano da Emily Dickinson<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">TU<br /><br />Penso a te<br />e dimentico quello che dovevo fare<br />dove dovevo andare<br />cosa dovevo scrivere<br />cosa dovevo fare<br />solo tu resti come una nuvola distesa su di me<br />continui a muoverti come vento tempestoso dentro di me<br />e io continuo a cadere qua e là<br />tutto il giorno<br />penso continuamente di dirti qualcosa<br />scrivo,<br />cancello,<br />continuo a scolpire il tuo nome sulle rocce con l'acqua<br />ma ogni scala per giungere a te risulta rotta<br />ogni strada conduce in un vicolo cieco<br />e ogni volto noto sembra sconosciuto<br />ogni giorno<br />allora vado lontano e incontro me stesso<br />almeno una cosa è risultata vera.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Mohan Rana </b>( Hindi : न राणा ; nato il 9 marzo 1964) è un poeta dell'India proveniente dalla lingua hindi . Ha pubblicato otto raccolte di poesie in hindi. Le sue poesie sono state tradotte e pubblicate dal Poetry Translation Center . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /><b><i>MORTE NELL'OBLIO</i></b><br /><br />Io so che esisto<br />perché tu mi immagini.<br />Sono alto perché tu mi credi<br />alto, e chiaro perché tu mi guardi<br />con occhi buoni,<br />con sguardo chiaro.<br />Il tuo pensiero mi rende<br />intelligente, e nella tua semplice<br />tenerezza, anch'io sono semplice<br />e buono.<br /><br />Ma se tu mi dimentichi<br />morirò senza che nessuno<br />lo sappia. Vedranno vivo<br />il mio corpo, ma sarà un altro uomo<br />- oscuro, goffo, cattivo - colui che l'abiterà...</span></div>
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-74871277083673054132018-04-16T08:00:00.000+02:002018-04-16T08:00:45.273+02:00"Il tuo corpo sulla spiaggia" di Ghiannis Ritsos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>la sabbia attaccata alla tua carne<br />la sabbia sulle tue mani<br />sulla mia lingua<br />perch'io ti scopra<br />dietro l'esilissimo ostacolo<br />e la sabbia che ci cade dai capelli<br />che si deposita sul fondo del silenzio<br />e noi<br />belli appena lavati<br />emersi dalle nostre acque<br />alla luce e al corpo<br />di questa terra.</i></span></div>
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<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ti porto come una ferita</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">sulla fronte che non si rimargina.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Non sempre duole. E il cuore</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">non ne muore dissanguato.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Solo talvolta sono di colpo accecato e sento</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">del sangue in bocca.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">- <b>Gottfried Benn</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(Traduzione di Paola Quadrelli)</span></div>
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<b>Gottfried Benn </b>(Mansfeld, 2 maggio 1886 – Berlino, 7 luglio 1956) è stato un poeta, scrittore e saggista tedesco.<div>
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-10147427075883353382017-08-13T08:23:00.000+02:002017-08-13T08:23:00.770+02:00" 'A pazziella" di Prospera Paturnia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Chisà si 'na pazziella se fa male<br />quanno nu ninno corre 'mbraccio 'a mamma<br />cuntento c’ ’a jucato ll’ore sane<br />lass’ ’e pazzielle e se fa cunnulià.<br /><br />Chisà si quanno 'a toccano 'e mmanelle<br />lle scoppia 'o core p’ ’a felicità,<br />pe nu mumento, sulo nu mumento,<br />se sente 'o meglio juoco pe’ gghiucà.<br /><br />Se fruscia, se cuffea, ma nun è fessa,<br />'o ninno vene sulo a se spassà<br />e bell’e buono arriva na vucella</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br />ca 'o core 'mpietto già lle fà tremmà<br />lasse 'a pazziella mmiezo 'e pazzielle<br />senza sapé 'o mmale ca lle fà.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Miriam Bruni</b><br />Miriam Bruni è docente di Spagnolo a Bologna, ma ancora in forme precarie assai. Ha due figli in età scolare e quello che ha conosciuto della vita lo ha attraversato con impegno e con fiducia. Due libri di poesie sono usciti a suo nome e attualmente sta preparando il terzo. Ogni giorno va in cerca di Bellezza, e fa in modo di diffonderla quando la trova.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>La canzone dell'impossibile<br /><br />La solitudine. <br />La pioggia che dolcemente cade sulla città <br />un pomeriggio di fine inverno dopo il temporale <br />raggi di sole si infiltrano tra nuvole malate <br />di primavera </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>Pensa a una stanza con finestre altissime <br />e un barlume di passato che riappare <br />come se il vivere fosse attaccato ai tuoi vestiti<br />e del prezzo che paghi come ogni soldato <br />che ha chiuso la vita in un bacio non dato <br />ma tu ora dimmi che cosa volevi da me <br /><br />Ritorna l'ordine dopo il disordine <br />accettiamo il caos insieme all'utopia </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>- Roberto Kunstler, musica di Sergio Cammariere</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b>La solitudine, che descrive il bel testo di kunstler, non è solo una condizione fisica, è una condizione dell'anima, è sentirsi estranei a tutti perché ci si sente staccati da ciò che per noi rappresenta il tutto.</b></span><br />
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-86429156801286162782017-03-31T06:56:00.005+02:002017-03-31T07:16:51.089+02:00"Discussione sull'amore" di Gioconda Belli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Potremmo avere una discussione sull’amore.<br /><br />Io ti direi che amo la curiosa maniera<br /><br />in cui il tuo corpo ed il mio corpo si conoscono,<br /><br />esploratori<br /><br />che rinnovano il più antico atto della conoscenza.<br /><br />Direi che amo la tua pelle e che la mia pelle ti ama<br /><br />che amo la nascosta torre<br /><br />che improvvisamente si solleva provocatoria<br /><br />e trema dentro me<br /><br />cercando la donna che si annida<br /><br />nel più profondo del mio interno di femmina.<br /><br />Direi anche che amo i tuoi occhi<br /><br />che sono puliti e che pure mi penetrano<br /><br />con un’aura di tenerezza o di domande.<br /><br />Direi che amo la tua voce<br /><br />soprattutto quando dici poesie,<br /><br />ma anche quando suoni serio,<br /><br />tanto preoccupato di comprendere<br /><br />questo mondo tanto vasto e tanto alieno.<br /><br />Direi che amo incontrarti<br /><br />e sentire dentro me<br /><br />una farfalla prigioniera<br /><br />vibrarmi nello stomaco<br /><br />e molta voglia di ridere<br /><br />della pura allegria che esisti e sei,<br /><br />di sapere che ti piacciono le nuvole<br /><br />e l’aria fredda dei boschi di Matagalpa.<br /><br />Potremmo discutere se è serio<br /><br />questo che ti dico.<br /><br />Se è una scottatura lieve, di secondo,<br /><br />terzo o primo grado.<br /><br />Se si deve o meno metter nome alle cose.<br /><br />Io solo una semplice frase affermo<br /><br />Ti amo.<br /><br /><br /><b>- Gioconda Belli</b></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Gioconda Belli</b> (Managua, 9 dicembre 1948) è una poetessa, giornalista e scrittrice nicaraguense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ha al suo attivo quattro libri di narrativa, nei quali vengono esplorati alcuni temi ricorrenti, come le vicissitudini politiche del suo paese e la lotta sandinista, il femminismo e l'emancipazione della donna, il rapporto tra l'america precolombiana e il Sudamerica attuale, e un certo livello di misticismo. È anche autrice di diverse raccolte di poesie, caratterizzate da una poetica sensuale e femminile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Il conte <b>Henri-Marie-Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Montfa</b> (Albi, 24 novembre 1864 – Saint-André-du-Bois, 9 settembre 1901) è stato un pittore francese, tra le figure più significative dell'arte del tardo Ottocento. Divenne un importante artista post-impressionista, illustratore e litografo e registrò nelle sue opere molti dettagli degli stili di vita bohémien della Parigi di fine Ottocento.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Ti son vicino e tu mi sei lontana,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">mi guardi e non mi vedi, o s'io ti parlo,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">per quanto ascolti, non però m'intendi;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">ti sono questo corpo e questi suoni,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">ti sono un nome, ti son un dei tanti,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">che per nome e per vista conoscessi.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io non son per te «io», la mia vita,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">io, questa mia volontà più forte,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">il mio sogno, il mio mondo, il mio destino.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Carlo Raimondo Michelstaedter </b>(anche Michelstädter) (Gorizia, 3 giugno 1887 – Gorizia, 17 ottobre 1910) è stato uno scrittore, filosofo e letterato italiano.</span><br />
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-77057501635371405662017-03-19T07:00:00.000+01:002017-03-19T07:00:20.441+01:00" 'O vico d''e suspire" di Salvatore di Giacomo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /><b style="font-size: x-large;">'O vico d’ ’e suspire</b><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">'A cchiù bella farenara</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">sta ‘int’ô vico 'e Ppaparelle</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">addò fanno 'e farenelle,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tutte 'e capesucietà.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Comm’a gnostia tene ll’uocchie</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e sse chiamma 'onna Rusina,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">'nfarenata 'int’’ a farina</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">d’’a cchiù fina qualità.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Dint’ô stesso vacariello, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">facce fronte â farenara,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Peppenella 'a gravunara</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">guarda ê giuvene 'e passà.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Chella ride e cchesta guarda,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">chesta guarda e cchella ride..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">e ne votteno suspire..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">tutt’’e capesucietà !!</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>"Le dame, i cavalier, l'arme, gli amori" diceva il nostro Ludovico Ariosto, il tema è assai usato, anche abusato, ma che si può riuscire a rendere nuovo e accattivante nei versi, così come fa anche salvatore Di Giacomo in questa simpatica poesia, che, ovvio, mi piace ancor più perché ho gli occhi scuri e mi chiamo più o meno come la protagonista, e come lei ho un'attività commerciale. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>Del tema devo dire però che la simpatia porta tante conoscenze ma è più spesso la malizia di chi guarda che vede dietro ogni sorriso, dietro ogni motto di spirito, dientro ogni qualsivoglia cortesia, un ché di losco, un ammiccare che sottindente altro... </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>Spesso è con la propria personalità che si veste la realtà, così che uno/a che vorrebbe tanto essere corteggiato ci vede un corteggiamento, uno che ha la fissa per il sesso ci vede un adescamento e così via... </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>Un consiglio per tutti, cercate di procurarvi ciò che desiderate invece di gettare sguardi invidiosi e maligni... </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"><b>Oppure godetevi ciò che la vita vi ha dato, forse avete una vita perfetta e non ve ne siete ancora accorti... Relax...</b></span></span><br />
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<b>Salvatore Di Giacomo</b> (Napoli, 13 marzo 1860 – Napoli, 4 aprile 1934) è stato un poeta, drammaturgo e saggista italiano. Fu autore di molte notissime poesie in lingua napoletana (molte delle quali poi musicate) che costituiscono una parte importante della cultura popolare partenopea. È molto apprezzato come novelliere nero.<br />
Insieme ad Ernesto Murolo, Libero Bovio e E. A. Mario è stato un artefice della cosiddetta epoca d'oro della canzone napoletana.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Come al cantar d’uccello nelle tenebre</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Credo in te come al mare</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Credo in te come alla rosa schiusa a mezzanotte</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Là dove il sole si fa neve e l’aria fuoco</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te sola all’orizzonte dell’uomo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Ti credo a perdifiato</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Alla vertigine e allo stordimento</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Alla caduta e all’annientamento</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te come alla vita</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Si crede nel momento della morte</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te senza tenermi ad alcun sostegno</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te nell’assenza e nel sonno</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">O mia magnolia d’insonnia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te nel frastuono e nel silenzio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te nel dolore</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te come alla prova dell’esistenza</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Come allo strazio dell’addio</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te più della mia stessa ombra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te come l’acqua nera dai riflessi d’oro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Come la polvere al piede nudo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Io credo in te come alla pioggia il deserto</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Come la solitudine all’abbraccio</span><br />
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-31118649044184145612016-09-30T12:41:00.000+02:002016-09-30T12:41:04.584+02:00"Dialettica" di Vinicius De Moraes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /><br /><b>DIALETTICA</b><br /><i>È chiaro che la vita è buona</i><br /><i>e l'allegria, l'unica indicibile emozione</i><br /><i>è chiaro che ti trovo bella</i><br /><i>e benedico in te l'amore delle cose semplici</i><br /><i>è chiaro che ti amo</i><br /><i>e ho tutto per essere felice</i><br /><i>ma capita che io sia triste…</i><br /><br /><i><b>- Vinicius De Moraes</b></i></span><br />
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Inizia a dipingere alla tenera età di tre anni. Si diploma presso la scuola d’arte "Krivoj Rog".<br />
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<b>Marcus Vinícius da Cruz de Mello Moraes </b>(Rio de Janeiro, 19 ottobre 1913 – Rio de Janeiro, 9 luglio 1980) è stato un poeta, cantante,compositore, drammaturgo e diplomatico brasiliano, noto più semplicemente come Vinícius de Moraes. Proveniente da famiglia facoltosa, fu addetto d'ambasciata e, come autore di testi, scrisse numerosi classici; da un suo dramma fu inoltre tratto il film Orfeo negro.</div>
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-13356222842230310372016-07-22T07:18:00.000+02:002016-07-22T07:18:08.092+02:00"La libertà dell'amore" di Louis Cernuda<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>di essere innamorato di qualcuno<br /><br />Il cui nome non posso ascoltare senza rabbrividire<br /><br /><br />Qualcuno per il quale mi dimentico della mia meschina esistenza<br /><br />E il giorno e la notte sono per me ciò che lui soltanto desidera<br /><br />E il mio corpo e la mia anima fluttuano <br />nel suo corpo e nella sua anima<br /><br />come pezzi di legno dispersi <br />che il mare annega o innalza<br /><br />Liberamente, con la libertà dell’amore,<br /><br />l’unica libertà che mi esalta,<br /><br />l’unica libertà per la quale muoio.<br /><br />Tu giustifichi la mia esistenza:<br /><br />Se non ti conosco, non ho vissuto;<br /><br />Se muoio senza conoscerti, non muoio, <br />perché non ho mai vissuto.<br /><br /><br /><b>- Luis Cernuda</b></i></span></div>
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-89830720816921490552016-06-01T08:32:00.004+02:002016-06-01T08:36:48.253+02:00"che io giunga a te..." di Rosanna Bazzano<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /><br /><br />"... e non ci sarai, <br />come non ci sei, <br />ma nessuno si accorge di tanta fragorosa assenza. <br />Il mare fa quello scintillio <br />che mi piace tanto, <br />e io m'incanto <br />e vorrei poterlo portare via con me, <br />ma non ci sono mai riuscita, <br />perché le cose belle pare siano inafferrabili. <br />Dove sarai, tu unico, <br />tu tutto, tu ineffabile... <br />In quale abisso mi stai aspettando, <br />dove, riflesso di zaffiro, <br />illumini i sentieri che ti giungono. <br />Dove, fresco Meltemi, <br />fermerai il tuo passo <br />per aspettare il mio <br />così pesante e greve. <br />Mio pane candido, <br />spiga che si flette verso il mio corpo-terra, <br />mio gravido seme di domani, <br />giungimi dentro l'anima, <br />germogliami in grembo la speranza. <br />Tutto risplende il mondo di bellezza, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">perché tu sei nel mondo, <br />ed io soltanto, nel tempio della vita, <br />non vedo l'altare <br />dove si fa sacra la tua persona immensa.<br />Io spenta fiaccola,<br />io vergine senza olio alla mia lampada, <br />io ombra nel cono d'ombra dove mi nascondo. <br />Ma tu, mio gelsomino d'oriente, <br />spanditi con possenza, <br />che io ti segua cieca, <br />mio calicanto, mio narciso, <br />che io sappia che esisti e mi aspetti, <br />che io non abbia più paura né catene, <br />e giunga a te, legge lieve del cielo,<br />malinconia dolce, prima stella della tua sera, <br />in qualunque angolo del mondo."</span><br />
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Rosanna Bazzanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16648062494378788426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2311804950532988907.post-78405373089231743362016-05-18T09:43:00.000+02:002016-05-19T09:27:36.225+02:00"Orecchio mi farò" (a Rosanna Bazzano) di Alfonso Marino<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Con grande gioia pubblico questa attestazione di amicizia di Alfonso Marino, amico da tanto, amico incontrato per insoliti sentieri sentieri, ma con il quale si è stabilita subito un affetto limpido e sincero, basato sulla comune passione per la poesia.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: large;">tutte dint’ ’o curzetto, ausato pe cestina,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br />tante ca ’o nastro astrinto s’è araputo mpietto <br /><br />’E lacce so’ zumpate. ’E rrose se ll’ha pigliate<br /><br />’o viento, e ’o mare doce se ll’ha cunnuliate<br /><br />chiano, purtannole luntano pe dispietto<br /><br />e ’ncoppa all’onne, rosse, ca pareno appicciate.<br /><br /><br />Stasera, ’e vveste, so ancora tutte prufumate<br /><br />ne può sentì ’o ricorde... vasannome ’o curzetto...<br /><br /><br />riscrittura di <b>Rosanna Bazzano</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">J’ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses;<br /><br />mais j’en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes<br /><br />que les nœuds trop serrés n’ont pu les contenir.<br /><br />Les nœuds ont éclaté. Les roses envolées<br /><br />dans le vent, à la mer s’en sont toutes allées.<br /><br />Elles ont suivi l’eau pour ne plus revenir;<br /><br />la vague en a paru rouge et comme enflammée.<br /><br /><br />Ce soir, ma robe encore en est tout embaumée…<br /><br />Respires-en sur moi l’odorant souvenir.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /><b>- Marceline Desbordes-Valmore </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><b>Ah, la generosità degli innamorati, strabordante...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i><br />Egreggio mio signore, mi cretito?<br />Faccio le croce con mana smerzata!<br />Ancora non vi abbasta? (siete artito!),<br />mi avete ggià abbastanza lazzariata!<br /><br />Voi ll’avite levato e voi mettito!<br />Aveto tetto stevo disperata,<br />per questo che co me vi siete aunito,<br />poi malamente me ne ate mannata.<br /><br />Non mi volete bbene, e s’è capito,<br />ner cuoro vostro vi portate a n’ata,<br />con me vi siete solo divertito<br />e poi fossi io quella che si è cagnata?<br /><br />Prentetevi la corpa, che vi attocca,<br />e misurate le parole mmocca.<br /><br /><b>- Prospera Paturnia</b></i></span><br />
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