tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38204406928134329512011-07-07T15:19:14.190-07:00I frammenti che mi sostengonoFrancesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-2776986289983335042009-10-30T02:44:00.001-07:002009-10-30T02:44:30.089-07:00Cielo d'autunno.<br />Anche le nuvole cambiano forma<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-277698628998333504?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-727905385840284602009-10-30T02:43:00.003-07:002009-10-30T02:43:43.323-07:00i piccioni si stringono al cornicione.<br />Dov'è il mio posto,<br />in questa sera d'autunno?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-72790538584028460?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-20379556389505395802009-10-30T02:35:00.001-07:002009-10-30T02:35:46.529-07:00Volano al mio soffio<br />i semi di dente di leone.<br />Così la mia felicità<br />nel pomeriggio di ottobre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-2037955638950539580?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-14818079491877240342009-07-07T09:22:00.000-07:002009-07-07T09:23:22.652-07:00Pomeriggio di maggio.<br />Nella trasparenza del cielo<br />la mia tristezza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-1481807949187724034?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-52553005677660953702009-07-07T09:21:00.001-07:002009-07-07T09:21:41.604-07:00profumo di tigli<br />sotto il cielo che corre.<br />Giorno d'estate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-5255300567766095370?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-47194339902157492072009-07-07T09:18:00.000-07:002009-07-07T09:21:58.096-07:00Ricci sui castagni.<br />Il cuore dell'estate<br />già contiene la sua fine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-4719433990215749207?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-19095392036894675572009-06-30T02:23:00.001-07:002009-07-01T05:21:09.832-07:00Notte d'estate.<br />Dal buio del bosco,<br />profumo di tigli.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-1909539203689467557?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-67198760165268934462009-06-30T02:21:00.001-07:002009-06-30T02:21:34.052-07:00Fiordalisi sul bordo della strada.<br />Principio d'estate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-6719876016526893446?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-62921590012230034452009-06-30T02:19:00.000-07:002009-06-30T02:20:11.947-07:00Sui gigli del mio giardino<br />volano le farfalle.<br />Brezza d'estate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-6292159001223003445?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-89786151879010175662009-06-30T02:15:00.001-07:002009-06-30T02:15:47.375-07:00La montagna è velata dall'afa.<br />Così il tuo ricordo<br />offusca i miei pensieri.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-8978615187901017566?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-36747635964276149302009-06-22T04:58:00.000-07:002009-06-22T04:59:10.101-07:00Brina sui rami nudi.<br />Nel gelo del mattino,<br />la mia confusione.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-3674763596427614930?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-2981173094904242612009-06-22T04:57:00.003-07:002009-06-22T04:57:49.734-07:00Ombra.<br />Come una lama di buio sulla montagna.<br />Sera d'autunno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-298117309490424261?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-38959487678244574172009-06-22T04:55:00.000-07:002009-06-22T04:56:18.261-07:00Scorcio d'azzurro.<br />Nuvole in corsa<br />sopra la mia inquietudine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-3895948767824457417?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-46221879122307803632009-06-19T09:52:00.000-07:002009-06-19T09:54:48.681-07:00Sono qui con te nella testaa ricordare le impressioni di ieri, mentre raccoglievo i fiori di acacia, con il ventro tra i capelli, il sole sulle braccia e la sabbia della strada nei sandali. A raccontarti queste cose non già per condividerle, ma nella speranza che tu possa notarle. Perché, sia come sia, alla fine è la bellezza che ci salva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-4622187912230780363?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-86388961748627649472009-06-19T09:46:00.000-07:002009-06-19T09:47:15.248-07:00Mattina di primavera.<br />Tra le nuvole scure<br />presagi di pioggia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-8638896174862764947?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-87839243430345135812009-06-19T09:45:00.000-07:002009-06-19T09:46:04.527-07:00Vento tra i pioppi.<br />Nell'argento delle foglie<br />un barlume d'estate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-8783924343034513581?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820440692813432951.post-45250745010783995512009-06-19T07:32:00.000-07:002009-06-19T07:35:51.981-07:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFRANCE%7E1.D%5CIMPOST%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>14</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 2.0cm 2.0cm 2.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabella normale"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:12;" >Sono qui con te nella testa e guardo Brunate galleggiare sopra le nuvole e la bruma della neve che si scioglie, e il cielo che lascia trasparire dei brani di sereno. Mi piace mostrarti, o immaginare di farlo, le cose che mi piacciono e mi commuovono. E le montagne che galleggiano sopra la bruma mi piacciono, e gli squarci d’azzurro, e i cieli grigi di nuvole morbide. Non so perché nella mia testa c’è più spazio per queste cose che fluiscono e si trasformano rispetto a quelle che rimangono uguali a se stesse. Ma mi sembrano così tanto più preziose per questo, perché si mostrano nella loro perfezione in un istante e sta a chi guarda saperla vedere. <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3820440692813432951-4525074501078399551?l=thefragmentsihaveshored.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Francesca Di Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14974199364084378069noreply@blogger.com0