tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258758013286840552012-01-15T11:16:24.454-08:00IL VELO DI MAYAParole e Musicaleonenoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-5793602203124580172011-12-21T13:34:00.000-08:002011-12-23T17:15:50.923-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WvGLR53_g8/TvJPS6m5ELI/AAAAAAAAAcA/acuEtGRahBc/s1600/speciale12%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WvGLR53_g8/TvJPS6m5ELI/AAAAAAAAAcA/acuEtGRahBc/s320/speciale12%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Natale</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Natale è una favola bella</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Ma Gesù non c'entra per niente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Non c'erano i magi e la stella</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Dov'è nato non si sa veramente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Prima erano i fuochi e le sagre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Del sole nascente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Perdute per sempre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Come anche il Natale.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Era, le braci del focolare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">In case sperdute tra i monti</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Nei campi </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Il cuore bambino della povera gente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">La comunità.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Era il Sacro, quel giorno.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Perduto p</span><span style="color: yellow;">er sempre </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Tra le luci elettriche della città</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: yellow;">BUON NATALE A TUTTI GLI AMICI DEL BLOG</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="360" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ic9JvxGp2PE?version=3&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ic9JvxGp2PE?version=3&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="290" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-579360220312458017?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-7497490923611491082011-12-03T05:30:00.000-08:002011-12-25T03:20:42.513-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubXzx22b7To/TtocY07RoaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vnRo2G5rBWY/s1600/Copia-di-Big.Bang7_%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubXzx22b7To/TtocY07RoaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vnRo2G5rBWY/s320/Copia-di-Big.Bang7_%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Il Caso, il Destino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Che il Caso o Dio abbia deciso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">dopo tanta quiete precambriana,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">venisse il bipede con l'intelligenza.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Poco esercizio agli emisferi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">una goccia in quest'universale</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">per trovare </span><span style="color: yellow;">il Codice: la Scienza.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Un fondamento un'accelerazione</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">a costruire infine il Gran Congegno.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">L'ingegno a potenza d'infinito.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Oltre tutto oltre il pensiero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">A muovere galassie buchi neri, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">avanti indietro al tempo a piacimento.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Mondi interi...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">E tutte le illusioni, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"> la sua storia infine?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Solo oblio nell'infinito.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Lo dico in tempo già che sento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">seppure non capisco.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Non so se per caso o per disegno:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">aver concorso a Dio nell'uno,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">nell'altro, esserne il segno.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3;">("Si nemo ex me quaerat, scio; si quaerenti explicare velim, nescio" S.Agostino conf.XI "Se nessuno me lo chiede, lo so, se devo spiegarlo a qualcuno, non riesco")</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object height="360" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7etjqZmAGs?version=3&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7etjqZmAGs?version=3&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="290" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-749749092361149108?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-7334813316686781762011-08-05T14:47:00.000-07:002011-09-27T12:31:45.311-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCEomu-7RYk/Tjwn_ey8fjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1r0fpHwEx0Q/s1600/infinito2mg%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCEomu-7RYk/Tjwn_ey8fjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1r0fpHwEx0Q/s320/infinito2mg%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="108" closure_uid_ub54m8="106" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="108" closure_uid_ub54m8="106" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span closure_uid_c5yvbc="121" style="color: red;">εἰ γὰρ ἐγὼν ὣς εἴην ἀθάνατος καὶ ἀγήρως ἤματα πάντα...<span style="color: orange;"> </span></span></strong><span style="color: orange;">[Iliade] </span></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="108" closure_uid_ub54m8="106" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="108" closure_uid_ub54m8="106" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="122" closure_uid_ub54m8="108" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="108" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_ub54m8="107" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><div closure_uid_r877ud="112"><span closure_uid_ub54m8="141" style="color: yellow;">Fammi il dono più grande, Dio.</span></div></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_ub54m8="114" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><span closure_uid_ub54m8="142" style="color: yellow;">Vivere per sempre</span></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_ub54m8="143" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><div closure_uid_r877ud="124"><span style="color: yellow;">senza mai più invecchiare.</span></div></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_ub54m8="145" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><div closure_uid_eghpqg="121"><span closure_uid_eghpqg="131" closure_uid_ub54m8="144" style="color: yellow;"> P</span><span closure_uid_ub54m8="144" style="color: yellow;">er poterla amare</span></div><div closure_uid_eghpqg="121"><span style="color: yellow;">eternamente.</span></div></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_r877ud="113" closure_uid_ub54m8="115" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_c5yvbc="112" closure_uid_ub54m8="115" closure_uid_wud6qn="91" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-733481331668678176?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-63906337169234995262011-06-27T11:29:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:24:23.129-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKn9srHFjv8/TgiUPD7fKnI/AAAAAAAAAao/1oDT3Ko3NRg/s1600/scherzi-della-natura%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKn9srHFjv8/TgiUPD7fKnI/AAAAAAAAAao/1oDT3Ko3NRg/s320/scherzi-della-natura%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><em><strong>PREX</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Dio del creato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Solo per poco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Liberami dalle passioni </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Il penso il voglio </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Fammi vedere il mondo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Come l'albero o l'animale</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Che guarda intorno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Toglimi il bene il male</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Le speranze l'orgoglio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Le illusioni</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Anche il ricordo d'esser stato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><br /> </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="390" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KIpt_BIrIzM?version=3&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KIpt_BIrIzM?version=3&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="280" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6390633716923499526?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-74272546823523299412011-05-22T13:03:00.000-07:002011-09-27T12:33:59.431-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9lXbdPuIhM/TdlpYOyUj6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NoSnKix3BAA/s1600/5-momenti%252520di%252520riflessione%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9lXbdPuIhM/TdlpYOyUj6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/NoSnKix3BAA/s320/5-momenti%252520di%252520riflessione%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Dentro di sè</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Che irragionevole la vita.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E' la sola misura delle cose</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Misura di sè</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Per capirne il senso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Bisognerebbe guardarla dal di fuori</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Invece, accordandoti il pensiero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Che non si può svelare </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">..E a questo non c'è via d'uscita..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ti lascia il peso del mistero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E' il prezzo che si fa pagare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Per aver scelto te.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><object height="390" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhTXq-3NDLE?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhTXq-3NDLE?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="280" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-7427254682352329941?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-9854246400717652942011-04-23T12:39:00.000-07:002011-05-05T13:59:24.214-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ_gbUad31M/TbMpvgIG_8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/SV7sigSMl84/s1600/Dall%2527iconografia%252520dello%252520Spirito%252520Santo%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ_gbUad31M/TbMpvgIG_8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/SV7sigSMl84/s320/Dall%2527iconografia%252520dello%252520Spirito%252520Santo%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Pasqua</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><span style="color: red;">Non cerco parole di pace </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Non credo a parole di pace</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Non credo alle leggi </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Per fare più buona la gente</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Il male morale</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Opprimente</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">E i giudici di quel tribunale.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Non credo più a niente</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Se non a Colui </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Che ha combattuto </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Quel male</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">E agli uomini ha detto: </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;"> Non giudicate</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow;"><object height="390" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lG6qx-CAIzA?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lG6qx-CAIzA?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="290" height="190"></embed></object></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-985424640071765294?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-53527685400928797112011-03-31T12:21:00.000-07:002011-12-27T07:01:10.079-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1POlTL1PxE/TZTTAHLOgBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tuNtGcifoiU/s1600/blu%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1POlTL1PxE/TZTTAHLOgBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tuNtGcifoiU/s320/blu%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Luce</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Cavalcando pensieri</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">per cercare qualcosa</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">con la speranza tumultuosa</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">dei pionieri!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Dentro di te c'è l'universo intero. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Volare con le ali del pensiero</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">sopra i più neri abissi, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">senza rotta, orizzonte, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">cercando una luce nel fondo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">e scòrtala,</span></strong><strong><span style="color: red;"> inabissarsi</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span closure_uid_7y5x93="111" style="color: red;"> così che illuminandoti di fronte </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">si eclissi </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">dietro, il mondo!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;"> Leone </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><object height="390" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XyS7uCtnq0?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XyS7uCtnq0?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="290" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><em><span style="color: red;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;"></span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-5352768540092879711?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-34771226107493036412010-10-08T15:17:00.000-07:002011-07-04T12:47:24.552-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TK-Q9kA54tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YaPKBCLdhdI/s1600/amore-e-psiche_canova%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TK-Q9kA54tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YaPKBCLdhdI/s320/amore-e-psiche_canova%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: yellow;">Sussurri</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #ea9999;"></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">parole </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">che non si dicono</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">con la mente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">nienteee</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">fuori dal petto</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">note calde </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: red;">e umide</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">balsami cosparsi</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">sulla nostra pelle</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">sui tuoi capelli lucenti</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">e lisciii</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">come serpenti </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">anime che dicono</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;"> il piacere </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">dei nostri fiati </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">delle labbra amanti</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">anime rampicanti</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">sui nostri corpi intrecciati</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">sussurri</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;"> senza </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: red;">memoria </span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: red;">di niente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">passato futuro</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">solo il presente</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></b><br /><br /><object height="390" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rCV66Ugvc4?version=3&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rCV66Ugvc4?version=3&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="280" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-3477122610749303641?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-71812129941063474442010-07-09T13:21:00.000-07:002011-04-27T11:30:14.389-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TEk4LyIJF_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/sQg5y1TzBvk/s1600/sospeso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TEk4LyIJF_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/sQg5y1TzBvk/s400/sospeso.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">INATTUALE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">la Vita muore a poco a poco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">sommersa dal fiume di parole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">il vaso aperto della conoscenza</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">confonde come un fatuo gioco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">a riempire la mente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">si vuota la coscienza.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Senza distinzione</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">si stringono nell'unico </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">pensiero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">le persone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Per non restare sole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Urfjyj4FnUc&hl=it_IT&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Urfjyj4FnUc&hl=it_IT&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="260" height="195"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-7181212994106347444?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-78225499785143957342010-06-20T15:40:00.000-07:002011-07-04T15:47:19.530-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TB6VW1Eg1wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-k4s66D2E_g/s1600/Cani+da+slitta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TB6VW1Eg1wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-k4s66D2E_g/s400/Cani+da+slitta.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A JACK LONDON</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Nel gelo del grande Nord</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Era la legge della sopravvivenza.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Tra cacciatori e cercatori d'oro.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Leggeva il libro la maestra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Si ascoltava come fossimo tra loro.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Storie di cani con l'intelligenza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Zanna Bianca e Buck. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Nella foresta.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">La sfida dell'uomo alla Natura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Storie di vita di morte </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Di amicizia di paura.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Come quel vecchio vicino al fuoco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Col fucile</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">E il cerchio dei lupi </span><span style="color: #cccccc;">intorno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Senza più voglia di muovere le dita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Per ravvivare la fiamma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Che si spegne a poco a poco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">E lui chiudendo gli occhi... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">"Venite a prendere il mio corpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">A me non serve più.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Viva la vita"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span><span style="color: #cccccc;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-7822549978514395734?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-33390116409836606352010-05-22T05:02:00.000-07:002010-10-13T12:38:47.845-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S_fBI3ecvtI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vzNhhmlq064/s1600/sospeso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TDd5Ra1WqHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bbtB44rPQpQ/s1600/coscienza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/TDd5Ra1WqHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bbtB44rPQpQ/s400/coscienza.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">FRAMMENTI DI UN SOGNO 17/05/2010</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span><span style="color: yellow;">Seduto a un tavolo. Di un capannone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Con altri tre.</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Poi fuori. Solo, a camminare</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">tra campi neri desolazione</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">e un cielo ocra crepuscolare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">sopra di me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">La città russa la piazza ventosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">giovani coppie della stessa età.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Passare guardingo radente un muro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">cercare qualcosa scappare.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Chissà.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">La luce gialla come mimosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">davanti il passato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">dietro il futuro. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">La pioggia che lucida il lastricato </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">si è fatta notte nella città.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Oltre una soglia la rampa scoscesa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">sopra uno stretto camminatoio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">di roccia lucida e scivolosa </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">un passo ancora... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">la gamba sospesa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">nel vuoto improvviso </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">di una discesa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">e un paio di immensi baffoni p</span><span style="color: yellow;">iù giù. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Il ballatoio di lucido marmo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"> contorno del cappello a visiera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">di Josìp Vissariònovic Stalin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">nel gigantesco bassorilievo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">di pietra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Un uomo in divisa deciso </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">che passa di fianco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">verso quell'apertura </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">col bavero alzato sul viso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">si appende a una sbarra di ferro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">la spinge in avanti guadagna l'uscita.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Oscillo la leva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">ma lei torna indietro </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">una volta due volte tre volte. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Non c'è verso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">di invertire quel moto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">La presa che allenta le dita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">e sotto </span><span style="color: yellow;">la statua di Stalin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">lontana lontana.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">La osservo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">appeso nel vuoto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-3339011640983660635?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-89889479869324437722010-04-05T15:11:00.000-07:002011-05-17T05:13:55.090-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S7pYxJ9XumI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fAfMyhimNcQ/s1600/the+golden+bough.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S7pYxJ9XumI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fAfMyhimNcQ/s400/the+golden+bough.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">SACRO</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Le cose un tempo l</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">ontano </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">erano lì </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">da ammirare</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">avvolte </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">dall'azzurrità </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">nel sole</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;"> come sospese </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">in un mistero</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">antico, umano </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">la voce del vento</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">parole </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">della divinità.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">L'intelligenza </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">separa il tutto</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">a formule di niente.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Mai svelerà l'arcano</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-8988947986932443772?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-86349125205369264032010-03-20T14:24:00.000-07:002010-05-23T13:03:01.620-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;"></span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S6U73OBymoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mR-Hgjbh2Ro/s1600-h/aurora_kuenzli_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S6U73OBymoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mR-Hgjbh2Ro/s400/aurora_kuenzli_big.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">SENSO</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">Non riesco a trovare parole per dire </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">Che non può esistere il Niente.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">Anche se mi è chiaro nella mente.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">Lo sento</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">La notte prima di dormire.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">Fissando le stelle di sera.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">Quando arriva</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">, lontano </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">I</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">l profumo </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color: #ffd966;">della Primavera</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-8634912520536926403?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-77406844798715380122010-03-10T11:59:00.000-08:002010-03-11T09:39:24.037-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S5fyQTCVfgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sn1vtH7gQtg/s1600-h/ispirazione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #990000;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S5fyQTCVfgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sn1vtH7gQtg/s320/ispirazione.jpg" vt="true" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">LASCIA COSI'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Spremere la mente </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Alla ricerca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Di un verso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Che non viene</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">E' solo tempo perso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Se lui non ti cerca.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">E se non riesci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">A dire neanche questo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Il niente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Esci</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Fa' come diceva Omero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Riempi di vita </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Quel buco nero </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Allegramente</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">E per adesso scrivi </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">C</span><span style="color: #990000;">he ad essere sincero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Non ti viene</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">In mente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">Niente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEC8nqT6Rrk&hl=it_IT&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEC8nqT6Rrk&hl=it_IT&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="220"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S3has7gdVII/AAAAAAAAAVY/SNu0CeICmPA/s320/sucu.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"> DENTRO DI ME</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Mi allungherò come anaconda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">nelle paludi del Pantanale</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">fissando ipnotico il tuo sguardo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"> insaziabile animale</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">con una brama immonda.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"> Soltanto un attimo per guizzare </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">crudele avvolgerti tra le mie spire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">nel fango inferno ti farò male</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">un lungo bacio lento morire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">nell' agonia della notte nera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">e le tue ossa da frantumare.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Per ingoiarti intera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wc5vPwD1OL0&hl=it_IT&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param 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style="color: orange;"><img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S27RqopJsMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lbmwqH9P7bc/s320/lupo.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">VANITA'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Parole stampate sulla carta. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">La vana Intelligenza a cercare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Una teoria una procedura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Per capire </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Quello che non si puo'.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Un meccanismo che si incaglia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">La scienza delle cose.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Che non ha struttura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Apre una porta trova una muraglia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">E tutto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Solo un progredire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Per una via che si dirama all'infinito. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Alla mente si conviene di aprire, di riaprire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strike></strike><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Di chiudere non è consentito.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Solo parole vane.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Il senso delle cose s</span><span style="color: orange;">i intende meglio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Guardando un cane</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span><br /><span style="color: yellow;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIghrxxhQYs&hl=it_IT&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIghrxxhQYs&hl=it_IT&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="200"></embed></object></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-1755908432195468675?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-85515484102730108102010-01-29T15:20:00.000-08:002010-02-16T04:26:25.131-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S2NhEvsYvBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LuGfTSmB16o/s1600-h/sofferenza+d%27amore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: red;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S2NhEvsYvBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LuGfTSmB16o/s320/sofferenza+d%27amore.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="color: red;"></span><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">QUALCHE VOLTA...</span></strong></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Qualche volta ho voglia </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Di farti soffrire</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Non so bene perchè</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ma ho voglia di farlo.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Per provare a restare </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Come sospeso nel vuoto</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A lacerarmi il cuore</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Con la pena di averti perduta</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sperando nel tuo dolore </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Nella tua paura di perdermi</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Che soffri e che piangi</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Per me.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E poi tutto perdoni.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Non è forse anche questa</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Follia un modo di amarti?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Se lo faccio sto male</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E se no, non sto bene</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Non voglio sapere perchè.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn7yE2I3W0s&hl=it_IT&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn7yE2I3W0s&hl=it_IT&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="220"></embed></object></span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-8551548410273010810?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-40469927432369129452010-01-21T15:45:00.000-08:002010-02-18T12:16:48.323-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S32gIuFNMVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VG_a8jXLD1A/s1600-h/montagne+notturno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S32gIuFNMVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VG_a8jXLD1A/s320/montagne+notturno.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>VETRINA SULL'UNIVERSO</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Scintillano le stelle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Della notte suadente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">A lato di una strada vuota </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Coi monti quieti in lontananza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Lo sguardo </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Alla campagna immota</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">E quel lucore iridescente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">In questa infinità </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Mi perdo un poco.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">E non avverto più distanza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Nella mente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Da quelle stelle lontane</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Solo il senso </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Sfuggente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Di una dimenticanza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4046992743236912945?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-51153625032548743122010-01-14T13:09:00.000-08:002011-03-30T13:23:15.621-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S1C3yhxpT1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/RNOuTn-sDds/s1600-h/pensieri%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S1C3yhxpT1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/RNOuTn-sDds/s320/pensieri%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><em><strong> SI CERCANO</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Niente può cancellare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">I nostri pensieri</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Anche se fino a ieri...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Non vogliono finire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A perdersi nel niente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Perchè sono dentro di noi </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E si dicono le cose</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Che non osiamo più dire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">(Per una qualche assenza)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ma abbiamo sempre in mente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Solo con la paura di scoprire</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Quello che mai vorremmo, poi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"> L'indifferenza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Loro si cercano</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Non si fanno ingannare</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">S<em>i parlano </em>con entusiasmo </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E non hanno timore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A <em>dirsi </em>quello che noi potremmo </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Fare.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Si pensano col cuore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Leone</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object height="390" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9olcTJmDphA?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9olcTJmDphA?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="200"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-5115362503254874312?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-92152100544819928392010-01-03T15:10:00.000-08:002011-12-19T11:42:48.252-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="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;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S0IuRTuCM7I/AAAAAAAAATg/XwkvyjI8Xs0/s1600-h/fiamma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S0IuRTuCM7I/AAAAAAAAATg/XwkvyjI8Xs0/s320/fiamma.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>CHISSA' </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Chissà</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Se tutto quanto detto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Da così lontano</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Avrà l'effetto poi</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Di rifluire in noi</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>A poco a poco</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Senza bisogno di parole</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Come un fuoco</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Tenendoci per mano </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Leone</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfmG1pCSwVM?version=3&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bfmG1pCSwVM?version=3&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="280" height="200" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-9215210054481992839?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-73788054169568675532009-12-26T02:20:00.000-08:002010-09-04T15:44:56.580-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SzXhkCUHhAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bGRjuISwZj0/s1600-h/Rami+o+volto+di+donna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SzXhkCUHhAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bGRjuISwZj0/s320/Rami+o+volto+di+donna.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">IL TUO VISO</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Penso solo al tuo viso</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Che mi ha invaso il cuore</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Ai tuoi occhi castani</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Come braci ardenti</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Di vita, allegri o tristi</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Al tuo indimenticabile sorriso</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Alla tua bocca </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Che vorrei sfiorare</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">(Con la mia)</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Ai tuoi capelli</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Dove annegare...</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">La mia felicità </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">E' tutta nel tuo viso</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">La mia tristezza,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Che tu non sia con me</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Per dirmi: </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Prendilo, è tuo! </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: yellow;">E regalarmi il paradiso </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></strong></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color: red;"></span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJssRqGV_Tw?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJssRqGV_Tw?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="290" height="200"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-7378805416956867553?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-38886805185476931982009-12-25T09:34:00.000-08:002010-09-06T13:43:50.730-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SzTums9nI1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/SCcTckUCrFo/s1600-h/poci%2Be%2Bamorini%2Brealistic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SzTums9nI1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/SCcTckUCrFo/s400/poci%2Be%2Bamorini%2Brealistic.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Misunderstandings</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>Quando il dubbio, l'orgoglio, la paura</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>si mettono in mezzo a disturbare</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>sta cominciando la battaglia dura</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>dei processi alle intenzioni, del non fare.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>E' bello avere il cuore adolescente</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>sempre che non regredisca anche la mente.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>Intendo dire: va bene un tempo morto, nell'attesa...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>un pò voluto, per render più attraente</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>quello che poi verrà: la dolce intesa...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>Pardon, non è il termine giusto...è per la rima</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>cui mi ha costretto (maledizione) il verso prima.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>Basta far attenzione ai tempi...se no un giorno</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>scopri d'esser andata oltre il "non ritorno".</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>Una minuscola, un punto esclamativo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>la paura di un legame disuguale...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>inganni eterni che dispensa il cuore</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>quando pulsa e freme, quando è vivo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>(e vagheggia di una assenza lessicale...)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>se dentro vibra quella cosa, AMORE...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>E non pensare ad un banale sostantivo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>perchè cadresti ancora nell'errore</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em>quella in maiuscolo va intesa al vocativo!</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>:-)</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">Leone</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-3888680518547693198?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-40721459560423186672009-12-20T15:43:00.000-08:002010-01-21T13:04:50.753-08:00<div style="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><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sy6cCuldeZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l3JmCaBWk34/s1600-h/29dic08-Valriofreddo-161-Cascate-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sy6cCuldeZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l3JmCaBWk34/s320/29dic08-Valriofreddo-161-Cascate-1.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> GHIACCIO</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Una notte di ghiaccio</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">In un cielo di stelle</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Sulla terra imbiancata</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Di neve.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ha dissolto il calore...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Anche dentro.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"> Qualcosa che langue</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Una piaga riaperta</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Di nuovo, nel tempo</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">La mente non certa</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Di niente. Costretta.Gravata.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tanto freddo nel cuore.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Ma tra questo languore</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Che affolta la vita</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">C'è </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">La tua voce</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Il tuo riso</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Il tuo amore</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Leone</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeAyN35EjQA&hl=it_IT&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeAyN35EjQA&hl=it_IT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4072145956042318667?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-54341624795081533292009-12-07T18:07:00.000-08:002010-08-08T12:32:46.351-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sx2vnVavlGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0sMz2B-CKfw/s1600-h/PIOGGIA+SUI+PALAZZONI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: yellow;"><em><strong><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sx2vnVavlGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0sMz2B-CKfw/s400/PIOGGIA+SUI+PALAZZONI.jpg" /></strong></em></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><em><strong>PIOVE</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Piove sulla città</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong> Monotone gocce sui vetri</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Sulle lampade al neon della strada</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Sui palazzoni tetri.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Che resti che vada</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>C'è questa pioggia che va...</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>E piove anche dentro di te</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Tanto distante </strong></em></span><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>stasera</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Un'incrinatura</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Che ieri non c'era</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Che ti ha allontanata da me</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>E batte insistente</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Su questo pensiero</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Sui torti o sul vero</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Di una frase sfuggita</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Un' involontaria ferita.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #999999;"> Per meno di niente...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>E adesso vorrei solamente</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Che quelle parole che ho dentro </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>E </strong></em></span><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>che sento di dirti</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Un soffio di vento</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999;"><em><strong>Le portasse da te</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong><span style="color: #660000;"> </span>Leone</strong></span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW8I0aZ4O-c&hl=it_IT&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW8I0aZ4O-c&hl=it_IT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object></div><em><strong></strong></em><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-5434162479508153329?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-46324591857850592472009-12-05T06:49:00.000-08:002011-12-30T08:18:11.883-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sxq5eA2c5-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/FLf-C3jJya0/s1600-h/sogno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sxq5eA2c5-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/FLf-C3jJya0/s320/sogno.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>sms</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Mi ha svegliato la tua voce</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Scritta </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>N</strong></em></span><strong><em><span style="color: red;">ella notte</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Con la mente che già dormiva</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Hai detto </strong></em></span><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>"vorrei essere con te</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>E baciarti l'occhio" ( che si è infettato...)</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Ero assonnato</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong> T</strong></em></span><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>u eri </strong></em></span><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>in me</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong> E</strong></em></span><strong><em><span style="color: red;"> ti ho risposto </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>"Vorrei sentire il gusto </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>Della tua saliva" </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">leone</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> <br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eoWADLYqOJY" width="290"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4632459185785059247?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-24489047800477115182009-11-27T12:15:00.000-08:002010-06-28T13:08:09.323-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SxAxtv8roKI/AAAAAAAAANw/jICVJJeOpLQ/s1600/romanticismo_99d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SxAxtv8roKI/AAAAAAAAANw/jICVJJeOpLQ/s320/romanticismo_99d.jpg" yr="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange;">GESANG DER FRAUEN AN DER DICHTER</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">"...................</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">nach dem es schreit.Und doch, bist du nicht der,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">an der wir uns ganz ohne Rest verloren?</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Und werden wir in irgend einem mehr?</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Mit uns geht das Unendliche vorbei.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Du aber sei,du Mund,das wir es horen,</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">du aber,du Uns-Sagender: du sei."</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">CANTO DELLE DONNE AL POETA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">[ "........</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">il nostro grido.Eppure in chi vorremmo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">se non in te, perderci senza fine?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">In chi, più che in te, cresce il nostro essere?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">L'infinito con noi passa e si perde.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Sii tu la bocca che lo fa udire,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">tu sii: tu che di noi dici l'essenza"]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">R.M.Rilke</span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CjoCAemK6Y&hl=it_IT&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CjoCAemK6Y&hl=it_IT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="215"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-2448904780047711518?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-1228290658547260892009-11-23T11:36:00.000-08:002010-11-19T12:54:05.918-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SwrS0j2tPlI/AAAAAAAAANg/8l4ytxW5epU/s1600/!BZeYW,QBWk~%24(KGrHgoH-CkEjlLl7IbuBKm6b(4Qsg~~_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SwrS0j2tPlI/AAAAAAAAANg/8l4ytxW5epU/s400/!BZeYW,QBWk~%24(KGrHgoH-CkEjlLl7IbuBKm6b(4Qsg~~_2.JPG" yr="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A una donna piace l'uomo che la ami e che sia convintamente se stesso. </span><span style="color: red;">A un uomo piace la donna che lo ami e che sappia trasformarsi in tutte quelle altre del suo immaginario </span><span style="color: red;">erotico.</span><br /><span style="color: red;">Ma intuendolo. </span><span style="color: red;">Quando questo avviene, si fondono </span><br /><span style="color: red;">amore del piacere e piacere dell'amore . </span><br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;"> Leone</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-122829065854726089?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-62915515212344110832009-11-20T16:18:00.000-08:002011-04-01T12:03:18.213-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SwbHI-ZkpOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FXeIV55NcJI/s1600/labbra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><em><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SwbHI-ZkpOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FXeIV55NcJI/s320/labbra.jpg" yr="true" /></em></strong></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>PAROLE</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Ripetimi quella parola</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>che tu sai</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>senza stancarti mai</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>di pronunciarla.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Ti risponderò come so fare</em></strong></span><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Quando ti sembrerà</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>di avere colto il senso</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>della risposta</em></strong></span><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">falla tua, come sai fare.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Ma fallo lentamente</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>senza fermarti mai.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Fino alla fine.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Anche se manca il fiato,</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">se ti parrà di soffocare</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span> </span><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Leone</span></em></strong><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KuKmjikoQc&hl=it_IT&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KuKmjikoQc&hl=it_IT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6291551521234411083?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-48887799061165707622009-11-14T14:09:00.000-08:002010-09-08T13:11:28.814-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sv8fVpSTbnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xA_hsENP4Ak/s1600-h/newlunastupendank3%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sv8fVpSTbnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xA_hsENP4Ak/s320/newlunastupendank3%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>IL VELO DI MAYA</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Capita certe notti, mentre dormi</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>ma forse pare solo di dormire</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>che la tua mente arrivi a percepire</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>il senso più profondo delle cose.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Come se improvvisamente</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>tutto si disvelasse chiaramente.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>E vita, morte, infinità del tempo</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em> in un attimo scoprissero il mistero.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em> Uno sgomento cupo interrotto dal risveglio.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>E per un pò non sai che cosa è vero,</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>se ciò che con i sensi appaia</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>o quel ricordo, che non puoi spiegare meglio. </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Forse uno sguardo, o</em></strong></span><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>ltre il velo di Maya.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"> Leone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_7loz-HWUM&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_7loz-HWUM&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4888779906116570762?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-42751512274771284072009-10-31T08:37:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:10:19.333-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SuxSs5UrYCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6c0J0pgvd-c/s1600-h/alfonsina-storni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SuxSs5UrYCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6c0J0pgvd-c/s320/alfonsina-storni.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">"Voy a dormir"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">Dientes de flores, cofia de rocío,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">manos de hierbas, tú, nodriza fina,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">tenme prestas las sábanas terrosas</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">y el edredón de musgos escardados.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">Voy a dormir, nodriza mía, acuéstame.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">Ponme una lámpara a la cabecera;</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">una constelación; la que te guste;</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">todas son buenas, bájala un poquito.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">Déjame sola: oyes romper los brotes...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">te acuna un pie celeste desde arribay</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">un pájaro te traza unos compases.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">para que olvides...Gracias. Ah, un encargo:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">si él llama nuevamente por teléfonole</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">dices que no insista, que he salido</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;">di </span><span style="color: red;">Alfonsina Storni</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">"Vado a dormire"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">[Denti di fiori, cuffia di rugiada,<br />tienimi pronte le lenzuola terrose </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">e la coperta di muschio cardato.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">Vado a dormire, mia nutrice, mettimi giù. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">Mettimi una luce al capo del letto </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">una costellazione; quella che ti piace; </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">tutte van bene; abbassala un pochino.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">Lasciami sola: ascolta erompere i germogli... </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">mani di erba, tu, dolce balia, </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">un piede celeste ti culla dall'alto </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">e un passero ti traccia un percorso </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">perché dimentichi... Grazie. Ah, un incarico </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">se lui chiama di nuovo per telefono </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">digli che non insista, che sono uscita...]</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4275151227477128407?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-80469454935410251442009-10-30T12:09:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:10:34.252-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Surjorwxq1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/UOY3_McO578/s1600-h/Cristina-Bazolli__Alfonsina-y-el-mar_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Surjorwxq1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/UOY3_McO578/s320/Cristina-Bazolli__Alfonsina-y-el-mar_g.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: yellow;">"Vida"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Mis nervios están locos, en las venas.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">La sangre hierve, líquido de fuego</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Salta de mis labios donde finge luego</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">La alegría de todas las verbenas.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: red;">Tengo deseos de reír; las penas,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Que de domar a voluntad no alego,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Hoy conmigo no juegan y yo juego</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Con la tristeza azul de que están llenas.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: red;">El mundo late; toda su armonía</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">La siento tan vibrante que hago mía</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Cuanto escancio en su trova de hechicera.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Es que abrí la ventana hace un momento</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: red;">Y en las alas finísimas del viento</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Me ha traído su sol la Primavera!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;">di Alfonsina Storni</span><br /><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">[I</span> </span><span style="color: #cccccc;">miei nervi stanno impazzendo, nelle vene.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Il sangue ribolle, liquido di fuoco</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Salta dalle mie labbra ove finge poi</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">L'allegria di tutte le sagre.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Ho il desiderio di ridere, le afflizioni,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Che da domare a volontà non dichiaro.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Oggi con me non giocano ed io gioco</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Con la tristezza blu di cui esse sono piene.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Il mondo palpita; la sua armonia tutta</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">La sento così vibrante che la faccio mia</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Quanto mescere nel suo verso d’incantatrice.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Sarà perchè ho aperto la finestra un momento fa</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">E nelle finissime ali del vento</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">mi ha portato il suo sole la Primavera!] </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-8046945493541025144?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-50968656240043459232009-10-24T13:53:00.000-07:002011-03-29T13:18:10.068-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SuNkCxuWM6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WOXgzSGv330/s1600-h/night_traffic_by_kasko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SuNkCxuWM6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WOXgzSGv330/s320/night_traffic_by_kasko.jpg" vr="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">MUSICA IN ME</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Musica che divampa nelle orecchie! </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Travolgente!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Fuori vento freddo </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Scintilla il cielo. Violazzurro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Quasi polare. Affanni... </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Dimenticati nel sussurro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Della tua bocca </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Rossa incandescente!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Come l'auto.Corre da te!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>E sfreccia sulla carreggiata</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Vuota.Lampi di cose dietro!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>E il vento radente la fiancata!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>E l'entusiasmo di te che monta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Sulle note negre. All'impazzata!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Musica! Un dio dentro la vita!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>"Help me sing it ... ma ma sa</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>MA ma sa ma ma sa ma ma coo sa"</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Uhhh uhhh uhhh!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: red;"> Leone</span></strong><br /><br /><object height="390" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipk7crAAqaI?fs=1&hl=it_IT"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipk7crAAqaI?fs=1&hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="200"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-5096865624004345923?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-38303203374645394042009-10-22T11:54:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:11:02.780-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">"Ay, tu?"</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">"Sí, yo me muevo,vivo, me equivoco;</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">agua que corre y se entremezcla, siento</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">el vértigo feroz del movimiento:</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">huelo las selvas, tierra nueva toco. </span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Sí, yo me muevo, voy buscando acaso</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">soles, auroras, tempestad y olvido.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">¿Qué haces allí misérrimo y pulido?</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Eres la piedra a cuyo lado paso." </span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><span style="color: #fce5cd;">[Sì, mi muovo, vivo, mi sbaglio;</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">acqua che corre e si mescola, io sento</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">la feroce vertigine del movimento:</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Sento l'odore della pioggia, nuove terre tocco.</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Sì, mi muovo, sto cercando qualcosa</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Soli, aurora, la tempesta e l'oblio.</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Che cosa stai facendo lì, miserabile e lucido?</span><br /><span style="color: #fce5cd;">Tu sei la roccia, sul cui lato passo ".]</span><br /><br /></span><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Alfonsina Storni (poetessa argentina dell'8/900)</span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-3830320337464539404?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-5593555095790473542009-10-14T12:44:00.000-07:002010-06-30T12:24:14.663-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/StThkCSRzAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sazeN4pnyGM/s1600-h/Vento%2Bdel%2BNord.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/StThkCSRzAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sazeN4pnyGM/s320/Vento%2Bdel%2BNord.JPG" /></span></em></strong></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">IL VENTO</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Suono</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Che incanta</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Primordiale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Ascolta</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Sibilare </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><strong><em>N</em></strong><strong><em>ottetempo </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Nostalgia </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Dell'anima.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Ferale.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Chiede silenzio!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Ogni rumore </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Disturba</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">La sua musica</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">E tace</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><strong><em> S</em></strong><strong><em>marrita</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Ogni pianta</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"> Animale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Vita</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Regna</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Da sempre</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">La terra</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"> dio</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Impetuoso</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Arcaico</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Minerale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"> </span><span style="color: #990000;"> Leone</span></em></strong><br /><br /><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4oSXmnkPUU&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4oSXmnkPUU&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-559355509579047354?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-11254838842643561082009-10-11T11:54:00.000-07:002010-09-08T13:28:32.482-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/StIqhzI3zAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WLYIWAy6JpQ/s1600-h/email.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/StIqhzI3zAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WLYIWAy6JpQ/s200/email.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">"@ mail</span></strong><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">ing...@"</span> </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Chi dice certo - l'amor virtuale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Non esiste! -, ha, credo, poca fantasia.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Due stente formule di psicologia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">E sei bollato da : “adolescenziale”.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Tutto inizia molto casualmente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">(I blog non hanno serrature)</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Un frammento tra le sue scritture</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">E afferri l'attimo fuggente.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">E non si vede e non si sa chi sia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Quella blogista microfotografata</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Ma poi ti invade una allegra follia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"><em>Timida inizialmente, poi sfacciata.</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Uno scambio di mail, per cominciare</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">E nasce qualcosa, un desiderio</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Poi tante mail e ti domandi : ”è serio</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"><em>Inviarsi sensazioni senza fare ?” </em> </span></strong></div><span style="color: cyan;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">No o si...ma l'impazienza prende</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Lavori e giri una giornata intera </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Poi la morosa...che cosa intende</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Fare, stare oppure no, stasera?</span></em></strong></div><span style="color: cyan;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Va...Tu apri il terzo Larsson, lo riponi</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Fino a ieri lo divoravi quel noir</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Esagerato: Lisbeth, stasera au revoir</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Poco interesse per le sue investigazioni...</span></em></strong></div><span style="color: cyan;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Apri il computer. Clicchi sulla posta</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Vedi tra le mail la sua risposta</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;">Un calore ti pervade mente e cuore</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: cyan;"><em>Sarà virtuale ma sembra quasi .......</em> :-DD </span></strong></div><span style="color: cyan;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: cyan;"> </span><span style="color: red;"> Leone</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-1125483884264356108?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-67076567971993714582009-10-08T12:01:00.000-07:002010-08-08T15:42:42.944-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em> </em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SsuTiV8v-6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Qo1mYPeNUQ0/s320/laseduzione.jpg" /></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong><em> Quell' odore</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><em>Capita c</em></strong><strong><em>he la notte</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">come usa fare</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">imperscrutabilmente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">mi riporti il ricordo di lei.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Quello che non scompare</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">dalla mente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">quello del suo respiro </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">sul mio viso</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">del suo sorriso</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">che lo risoffia in me.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">L'odore della sua pelle</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">così sofisticato</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">il profumo dei suoi capelli </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">così stupefacente...</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong> <em> Come sognare</em> <em>u</em></strong><strong><em>n volo tra le stelle.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">E i piaceri più belli</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">sono niente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">quando sento quell' odore.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">E lascio che màceri</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">il mio cuore</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">e lo riempia di lei.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Poi si allontana</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">ma un'altra notte torna</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">a farsi ricordare. </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><em>Perchè non lo si può dimenticare</em> </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #d0e0e3;">(dedicata a Ch...)</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6707656797199371458?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-9915752041426244662009-09-29T06:08:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:12:34.081-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SuxqXrEycsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iDFpRa1AiFU/s1600-h/notte1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/SuxqXrEycsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iDFpRa1AiFU/s320/notte1.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>"LA HORA"</strong></em></span><br /><span style="color: red;"><strong><em></em></strong><br /></span><span style="color: yellow;"><strong><em>Está la noche</em></strong> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">paciente</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">que calla y aguarda</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Y en la noche está la hora</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">en la mano</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">que apacigua</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">di </span>Raticulina</span></strong><br /></div><strong><em><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></em></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-991575204142624466?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-27973741728105563662009-09-28T15:50:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:12:47.858-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: lime;">"I LIMONI"</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>Ascoltami,</strong><strong> i poeti laureati</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">si muovono soltanto fra le piante</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">dai nomi poco usati: bossi ligustri o acanti.</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">lo, per me, amo le strade che riescono agli erbosi</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow;"><strong>fossi........ e metto</strong><strong>no negli orti, tra gli alberi dei limoni.</strong></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Meglio se le gazzarre degli uccelli</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">si spengono inghiottite dall'azzurro:</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">più chiaro si ascolta il susurro</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">dei rami amici nell'aria che quasi non si muove,</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">e i sensi di quest'odore</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">che non sa staccarsi da terra.......</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">......Lo sguardo fruga d'intorno,</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">la mente indaga accorda disunisce</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">nel profumo che dilaga</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">quando il giorno piú languisce.</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Sono i silenzi in cui si vede</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">in ogni ombra umana che si allontana</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">qualche disturbata Divinità.</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Ma l'illusione manca e ci riporta il tempo</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">nelle città rumorose dove l'azzurro si mostra</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">soltanto a pezzi, in alto, tra le cimase.....</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">......Quando un giorno da un malchiuso portone</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">tra gli alberi di una corte</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">ci si mostrano i gialli dei limoni;</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">e il gelo dei cuore si sfa,</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">e in petto ci scrosciano</span></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">le loro canzoni</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: yellow;">le trombe d'oro della solarità</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: lime;">E.Montale</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-2797374172810556366?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-5227189171905218942009-09-27T06:43:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:13:24.911-08:00UNA STROFA DELLE MIE PREFERITE<strong><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">... Bene non seppi, fuori del prodigio</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: #f9cb9c;"> <strong><em>che schiude la divina Indifferenza:</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">era la statua nella sonnolenza</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">del meriggio, e la nuvola, e il falco alto levato</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">E.Montale "Spesso il male di vivere..."</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-522718917190521894?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-64280924415039273422009-09-27T04:31:00.000-07:002011-04-27T10:28:37.352-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Su25PWpNT2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pm-2FwjV6fY/s1600-h/notturno+con+alberi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Su25PWpNT2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/pm-2FwjV6fY/s320/notturno+con+alberi.jpg" vr="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">QUEL GIORNO</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: purple;"><em>Quel giorno non voglio</em> <em></em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><em><strong>fissar stinte pareti</strong></em><em><strong> </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">con gli occhi velati</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">nel chiuso di una stanza</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">ma distendermi sull'erba </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">alberi sparsi intorno</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">il vento tra le foglie</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">non voglio gente attorno</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">nè sentire altre voci</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">che quelle dentro me</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: purple;">quelle dei tredici anni</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">dei pomeriggi estivi</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">dei giochi interminabili</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">nei campi dietro casa </span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">con gli amici di allora</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">l'odore dell'estate</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">la gioia dentro il cuore.</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: purple;">Un'altra volta ancora...</span></strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong> <span style="color: #cc0000;">Leone</span></strong></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOammLT4nGU&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOammLT4nGU&hl=it_IT&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6428092441503927342?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-40625893281335818412009-09-26T15:36:00.000-07:002009-12-21T12:02:20.089-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sy_UPahHSVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/F1MeRrzBrSE/s1600-h/nebbia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/Sy_UPahHSVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/F1MeRrzBrSE/s320/nebbia.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #eeeeee;">"NIEBLA EN EL CIELO"</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Bajo tu manto làcteo</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">renuncio a mis limites</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">acato designios</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">di </span>Raticulina</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4062589328133581841?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-46477059558435363912009-09-25T12:40:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:14:19.752-08:00PERFEZIONE...<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Dolce e chiara è la notte e senza vento</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">E queta sovra i tetti e in mezzo agli orti</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Posa la luna, e di lontan rivela</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: blue;">Serena ogni montagna....</span></em></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: #20124d;">G.Leopardi </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #20124d;"> "La sera del dì di festa"</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-4647705955843536391?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-78357449192738270832009-09-24T12:01:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:14:45.996-08:00<strong><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Ci sono spiriti altamente dotati che sono sempre sterili solo perchè essi, per una debolezza di temperamento,sono troppo impazienti per attendere la fine della propria gravidanza.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">F. Nietzsche</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: red;">Non me ne frega niente, se anch’io sono sbagliato, spiacere è il mio piacere, io amo essere odiato; coi furbi e i prepotenti, da sempre mi balocco, e al fin della licenza, io non perdono e tocco</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: red;">da "Cyrano" di E. Rostand</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-7835744919273827083?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-75430206308746046722009-09-22T13:43:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:15:05.426-08:00<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Prefazione a un libro mai pubblicato...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong> </strong><strong>Aforisma, parola di origine greca, significa all'incirca “definizione”.Appartiene allo stesso genere linguistico del motto, della massima,dell'adagio, del proverbio.Questi ultimi, a rigor di logica, non possono neppure essere considerati insiemi distinti se, ad es., un proverbio può essere un motto o contenere una massima ecc..Forse l'unica differenza è che i proverbi hanno una genesi popolare, orale, precedente qualsiasi forma letteraria, anche se, in seguito, possono diventarlo (come il libro della Bibbia), mentre gli aforismi sono un prodotto elitario di civiltà progredite e acculturate ( la greca-occidentale su tutte).Insomma, l'aforisma è il frutto di una mente erudita, che "ha letto", mentre il proverbio di una che ha osservato, udito, intuito, potendo ignorare finanche la scrittura. Il risultato può essere in entrambi i casi brillantissimo anche se il proverbio ha una maggiore linearità concettuale e una migliore sintesi stilistica, frutto di una intelligenza nitida, non ancora offuscata dai dubbi e dalle perplessità generate dallo studio e dai libri. Ora, dato che la natura umana è si sfaccettata ma non infinitamente e tutto quello che si poteva dire in forma di proverbio è stato detto, restano gli aforismi, che il continuo mutare delle regole e dei costumi umani rendono,per fortuna, un genere inestinguibile. E il genere ha avuto interpreti eccelsi benchè siano rare, opere pure in tale forma (Nietzsche su tutti), considerata la difficoltà di riempire un contenitore con cose tanto piccole. Ma ogni scrittore o scienziato non si è lasciato sfuggire l'occasione di scriverne quando scoccava la scintilla. Anzi, quelli più riusciti, hanno caratterizzato autori insigni anche più delle opere che hanno dato loro la fama o dato fama a chi non l'avrebbe altrimenti raggiunta. Un aforisma riuscito è un lampo di intelligenza, un condensato di saggezza e leggerezza, nella massima brevità sintattica. Perle come "Solo i superficiali non giudicano dalle apparenze"(Wilde), "Tutto si è perfezionato da Omero in poi, tranne la poesia"(Leopardi), "Non mi immischio volentieri nelle mie faccende private"(Kraus), "Infelice nel mondo il feticista che desidera solo la scarpa di una donna e deve accontentarsi di una donna intera (Kraus)" realizzano il fine di affermare significati vasti e profondi in una forma stilistica concisa e di ineguagliabile effetto. Insomma, l'essenza dell'intelligenza. Ma più modestamente è anche, per chi abbia delle intuizioni o poco altro, l'unico modo per concretizzarle rapidamente in forma intelligibile, dato che incapacità o pigrizia non gli permettono sviluppi più profondi e sistematici.O anche la convinzione che un brodo è meglio ristretto che allungato. E', forse, il mio caso e il "forse" si riferisce all'assunto non provato che ciò che scrivo abbia un qualche limitatissimo pregio. Anzi, mi scuso col lettore se le note precedenti hanno potuto far sorgere il dubbio che volessi accostare le mie cose all'opera di Quelli. Mi unisco tuttalpiù a quanti, nel cambiamento del linguaggio avvenuto negli ultimi decenni, usano il mezzo scritto in forma di calembour, di paradosso, di semplice battuta di spirito, per descrivere i fatti della vita, sapendo che l'aforisma è sempre una mezza verità, un punto di vista o, tuttalpiù, il punto di partenza di una riflessione più vasta. Qualche volta situato molto in alto a contemplare il paesaggio sottostante... </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-7543020630874604672?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-62796197321292394282009-09-21T07:30:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:15:29.283-08:00LE NUVOLE....<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">...STRISCIANO MINACCIOSE E CAUTE COME ASSASSINI, CIONDOLANO TRISTI E SOGNANTI A PALLIDE ALTEZZE COME MALINCONICI EREMITI. DI VOLTA IN VOLTA IN FORMA DI ISOLE STUPENDE, DI VELE FLUTTUANTI, DI GRU' IN VOLO, SOSPESE TRA IL CIELO DI DIO E LA POVERA TERRA, SIMILI A BELLE ALLEGORIE DI TUTTA LA NOSTALGIA UMANA. E FANNO PARTE DELL'UNO E DELL'ALTRA: SOGNI DELLA TERRA , NEI QUALI ESSA ACCOSTA LA PROPRIA ANIMA MACULATA ALLA PUREZZA DEL CIELO. SONO L'ETERNO SIMBOLO DI OGNI VAGABONDAGGIO, DI OGNI RICERCA, DI OGNI DESIDERIO E DI OGNI NOSTALGIA. STANNO SOSPESE TRA TERRA E CIELO, IRRESOLUTE E BRAMOSE E PERVICACI COME LE ANIME DEGLI UOMINI, FRA IL TEMPO E L'ETERNITA'...</span></strong><br /></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">H. HESSE "PETER CAMENZIND"</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6279619732129239428?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-32579989947880711802009-09-13T01:29:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:15:56.996-08:00<strong><span style="color: magenta;">DOMANDA PER QUALCHE GENTILE VIANDANTE : COME FACCIO A "METTERE" LA MUSICA NEL MIO BLOG?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-3257998994788071180?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-69545433165373008852009-09-07T06:39:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:16:13.319-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">REALTA' E ILLUSIONE</span></em></strong><br /></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">""...IN ORIENTE LA NOZIONE DI MISURA NON HA AVUTO,NEPPURE LONTANAMENTE,UN RUOLO ALTRETTANTO FONDAMENTALE CHE IN OCCIDENTE. NELLE FILOSOFIE DOMINANTI DELL'ORIENTE L'INCOMMENSURABILE (AD ES.CIO' CHE NON PUO' ESSERE DENOMINATO O DESCRITTO... ATTRAVERSO QUALCHE SPECIE DI RAGIONE) E' TENUTO PER LA REALTA' ORIGINALE. PER ES.IN SANSCRITO (LINGUA MATRICE DELLE LINGUE INDOEUROPEE),ESISTE LA PAROLA "MATRA" CHE SIGNIFICA MISURA ED E' MOLTO VICINA AL GRECO METRON.MA C'E' UN'ALTRA PAROLA,"MAYA",CHE HA LA STESSA RADICE E SIGNIFICA ILLUSIONE.PER NOI OCCIDENTALI LA MISURA E' L'ESSENZA STESSA DELLA REALTA',O ALMENO LA CHIAVE DELA SUA ESSENZA.PER GLI ORIENTALI LA "MISURA" E' UNA RAPPRESENTAZIONE DEL FALSO E DELL'INGANNEVOLE.E TUTTE LE FORME,LE PROPORZIONI E LE "RAGIONI" PERCEPITE DAI SENSI ALTRO NON SONO CHE UN VELO,UN'ILLUSIONE, "MAYA", SULLA VERA REALTA' DI CUI NIENTE PUO' ESSERE DETTO O PENSATO...."" </span><br /></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"> <span style="color: #999999;"> da</span> <span style="color: #fff2cc;">"</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">BHUDDA" </span></span><span style="color: #ffe599;">C. Coccioli. </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6954543316537300885?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-21053293844855922272009-08-29T11:36:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:16:37.481-08:00<div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">MIEI</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Le femmine raggiungono la perfezione morale a dodici anni e mezzo. Poi inizia il declino.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Tu puoi lasciare e riprenderti dieci volte una donna ma lei ti lascia una volta sola, per sempre.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Una bella ragazza che sappia essere infantilmente comica, è il massimo. Anche a letto.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Se a una donna togli dolcezza e femminilità, cioè i due requisiti che la rendono così attraente per l'uomo, restano quelli che contribuiscono a rovinargli la vita.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">L'irrisione da parte di una femmina, fosse anche la propria sorella, è intollerabile per il maschio. </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">L'uomo conosce solo il piacere del desiderio mentre la donna anche quello del sentirsi desiderata.Forse per questo sembra sempre le manchi qualcosa quando l'uomo ha finito.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Indagare su quel grande mistero che è la Musica, aiuterebbe anche a capire meglio la natura femminile: cioè, perchè le donne non riescono a comporre Musica?</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Consapevole indifferenza, non esplicito risentimento: culmine della perfidia femminile per l'amante che ha avuto la debolezza di pentirsi a tempo scaduto.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Scrivere un romanzo è difficile.E' un fatto più di taglio che di cucito.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Il cacciatore imbranato viene irretito in chiacchiere improduttive (quando non paturnie esistenziali) dalla donna che vorrebbe portare a letto.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Le parole più femminili di una donna a letto : "Fammi quello che vuoi. Faccio quello che vuoi"</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Il più "sensuale" di tutti i sensi è l'olfatto : niente evoca più profondamente il ricordo di una donna che risentire il suo profumo</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Non sono sicuro che dire le proprie cose (a pagamento) a un analista funzioni meglio che dirle (gratis) a qualcuno.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">"Conosci te stesso" ( filosofia greca): non è, grosso modo, la sintesi teorica della moderna terapia psicanalitica? </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Nelle cose umane la psicologia è come una spezia che va usata in piccole dosi se no rovina il gusto degli ingredienti principali.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Nel dormiveglia alcuni meccanismi psichici della veglia si disattivano e si hanno nitide e orride sensazioni della morte o dell'infinità del tempo. Fortunatamente ciò causa un brusco risveglio previa immediata riattivazione di quei meccanismi. </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Freud era un medico ma il materiale per la sua teoria se lo è preso a piene mani da filosofi e letterati (dai greci a Shopenhauer e Nice, passando per latini, razionalisti, illuministi, eruditi vari).</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">Non ci sono saggi o romanzi, dopo Freud, lontanamente paragonabili, quanto a raffinatezza e spessore nella trattazione della psicologia umana, a quelli scritti prima che arrivasse la sua teoria. <br /></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">E' rilassante non sentire più il bisogno di piacere agli altri e dire ciò che si pensa.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">L'educazione sessuale equivale ad anticipare ad un ignaro ragazzino, la trama di un film bellissimo, pieno di mistero e suspence e rovinargli la visione.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Nonostante ci abbia pensato a lungo, non riesco proprio a immaginarmi morto. </span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Alla mensa del comportamento umano i fattori culturali, hanno dietro, come convitati di pietra, quelli naturali.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Gratta, gratta, anche le preferenze politiche vengono dal carattere della persona. </span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Si nasce affettuosi o aridi, vitali o autodistruttivi, volitivi o pigri, intelligenti o stupidi. I cosiddetti fattori socioaffettivi non possono cambiare la natura del carattere, che è innata.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">C'è l'assassino seriale con l'infanzia perfetta e quello con le turbe infantili; il dato causa frustrazione agli psicologi che si ostinano a negare il primato del fattore genetico su quello ambientale.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Forse, col condizionamento, si può indurre a reprimere un fattore innato, ad esempio il talento musicale. Ma mai a crearlo, se non è già insito nell'individuo. </span><br /><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Profezia.Tre millenni fa. L' ego smisurato, che porta all'autoesaltazione mistica di pochi uomini di una razza fuori dell'ordinario. Questo è già il segno di un' intelligenza superiore.Convincersi di essere stati scelti da Yavèh. Popolo eletto dall'unico Dio. Agire durante la propria vita come infinitesimo tassello temporale per la realizzazione di una promessa divina(guida dei popoli, luce delle nazioni). Mantenuti per tremila anni riti, tradizioni, legami di sangue in un'esistenza parallela a quella degli altri. Popolo eletto o autoelezione? Rivelazione o volontà? C'è differenza? La stirpe si impone nel mondo quando tutte le altre muoiono. La profezia si compie. L'unico vincitore è il popolo di Giuda (Jehudah). E l'unico Dio, Yavèh, perchè ha mantenuto la sua promessa. </span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Per duemila anni e più, tutti i popoli hanno sempre diffidato degli Ebrei, cui un antico patto con Dio assicurava il dominio sulla terra.Ora che sono il popolo più influente della terra, tutti temono di dire qualcosa su di loro. Che avessero già capito allora?</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">C'è una parte di ebrei (intellettuali,cineasti ecc.) che attacca chi, negli altri popoli, esalta quei valori quali radici, tradizioni, legami di sangue che hanno reso tanto forte il loro.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Il legame di sangue che hanno gli ebrei è l'elemento fondante della loro religione e viceversa. </span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Contro gli ebrei c'è anche l'invidia per chi ha saputo mantenere tradizioni, religione e legami di sangue per tre millenni. Senza mai cercare benevolenza.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Avere, per così dire, il cuore a sinistra e il cervello a destra (io) lascia l'anima in pena. Il contrario invece (sapendoci fare), sistema la vita.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Non è stata ancora fatta una legge per difendere la persona umana dalle leggi?<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">L'umanità non morirà per le bombe nucleari o per un virus letale ma allorchè le leggi vieteranno qualsiasi distinzione tra gli individui. Come in chimica, le sostanze simili non reagiscono. </span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Fare di virtù, necessità. Sta alla base di quasi tutte le iniziative umanitarie del nostro tempo.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Se vuoi vincere in Borsa, analizza società, titoli, mercati; studia le fluttuazioni nel breve, medio e lungo periodo. Poi scegli le azioni da vendere e da comprare. Quindi, fa l'esatto contrario.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"> Ognuno si metta il cuore in pace: tutti sanno tutto di tutti.</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Nel medioevo un re non si sarebbe sognato di mettere dito tra un contadino e sua moglie, suoi sudditi.Ora, per una lite, arriva un'assistente sociale che toglie i figli a entrambi.</span><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: blue;">La scienza travolge ogni credenza religiosa. Senza dare in cambio nessuna rassicurazione e nessun sollievo.</span><br /><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">La Scienza ha disanimato la Natura e (quasi) eliminato Dio. Le risposte alle angosce che l'uomo proiettava fuori di sè, restano dentro...</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">C'è chi piange del suo mal. Causa: se stesso.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">La sincerità appassionata di sè può mettere a disagio se non si è nella disposizione di ricambiarla.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Intuizione: risultato di uno strabiliante processo di elaborazione di dati consci e inconsci, eseguito in un attimo. L'essenza dell'intelligenza. Ovviamente ciascuno ha un proprio hard disk e microprocessore. </span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Seguire sempre le ragioni del cuore (la parte più profonda della mente). Quelle dell' intelletto si mettano a disposizione. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">E' difficile essere se stessi se agli altri non piace.</span><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">E' difficile essere se stessi, se non ti piace</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Cercar di fare diventare tutti buoni con le cattive (come si fa attualmente, con le leggi) non cambierà la natura umana; ci sarà un adattamento che farà diventare tutti più cattivi, ma con le buone . </span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">C'è un solo modo per vincere al Casinò : essere proprietari del Casinò.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Per i banchieri è il lavoro a dipendere dai soldi; per tutti gli altri, il contrario. </span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Gli avvocati, comunque, vincono.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Ho la certezza che i dentisti si inventino i lavori. </span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-2105329384485592227?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-65835648765178129602009-08-28T15:34:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:17:31.049-08:00<span style="color: purple;"><strong>- Infelice sulla terra il feticista, che desidera la scarpa di una donna e deve accontentarsi di una donna intera</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color: purple;">- La psicanalisi è quella malattia mentale di cui ritiene essere la terapia</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: purple;">- Non mi immischio volentieri nelle mie faccende private</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: purple;">- Una certa psicanalisi è il mestiere di lascivi razionalisti che riconducono a cause sessuali tutto quel che esiste al mondo. Tranne il loro mestiere</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: purple;">- Dire la verità in malafede dovrebbe essere considerato disonesto</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: purple;">(K.Kraus)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-6583564876517812960?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-55981965319650285752009-08-28T15:30:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:17:51.388-08:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>- Non sopporto i principi. Preferisco i pregiudizi</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- Solo i superficiali non giudicano dalle apparenze</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- I vecchi credono a tutto, le persone di mezza età sospettano di tutto, i giovani sanno tutto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- La persona che vede entrambi i lati di una questione non vede assolutamente niente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- Le donne hanno la capacità di scoprire tutto tranne l'ovvio</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- L'unico modo di comportarsi con una donna è fare l'amore con lei, se è bella e con un'altra se è brutta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- I giovani vorrebbero essere fedeli e non lo sono. I vecchi vorrebbero essere infedeli e non possono esserlo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">- Si dovrebbe essere sempre innamorati. Questo è il motivo per cui non ci si dovrebbe mai sposare</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">(O.Wilde)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-5598196531965028575?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-29451308312489329642009-08-25T04:41:00.000-07:002009-12-04T12:18:10.210-08:00<span style="color: #000066;"><strong>Tutto si è perfezionato dopo Omero.Tranne la poesia. </strong></span><br /><span style="color: #33ff33;"><span style="color: #000066;"><strong>(G.Leopardi)</strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-2945130831248932964?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425875801328684055.post-39414266357034298382009-08-25T03:33:00.000-07:002010-11-22T14:33:26.571-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S32hxQ0ih8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Lckdo8-tN3w/s1600-h/sfondoscuro%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sA64urK_MUE/S32hxQ0ih8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Lckdo8-tN3w/s400/sfondoscuro%5B1%5D.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><em><strong>"Le notti delle stelle cadenti"</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Nelle notti incantate</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Lacrime di luce</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Scendono</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Dal cielo infinito</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Indifferente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Sulle mie ciglia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Estenuate</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Trafiggono il mio cuore</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Illanguidito</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Nel profumo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Struggente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Dell'estate.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Musa immortale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Placa le mie passioni.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">In questa notte</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Divina</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Fammi tornar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Bambina</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Fammi sognar</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: yellow;">Le fate</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #f4cccc;">di </span><span style="color: red;">Leone</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #f4cccc;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">[Dopo aver letto la tua "Notte di S.Lorenzo...", ho provato a immedesimarmi in te, questa sera. Per gioco...scrivendo e ascoltando in cuffia per ore il secondo movimento del concerto "Imperatore" di Beethoven. Questo mi è venuto, anche se credo che senza l'accompagnamento di quelle "divine" note di sottofondo, l'esito, già modesto della poesia, risulti ancora più deludente. Ti ho immaginata alla finestra di casa,coi pensieri e le preoccupazioni quotidiane,il rumore del tuo mare e il cielo stellato.Ho messo il mio cervello, provando a "rubarti l'anima" per una notte. Immaginando di conoscerla. Allegra pazzia di una notte di mezza estate... L</span><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">eo a M ... :-) :-) :-) ]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd9rg9v25bo&hl=it_IT&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd9rg9v25bo&hl=it_IT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="180"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/425875801328684055-3941426635703429838?l=leonpensiero.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>leonenoreply@blogger.com9