tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44230460341745111942012-02-16T03:07:28.419-08:00Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-10818537810891418672012-01-27T04:04:00.000-08:002012-01-27T04:15:10.969-08:00Quel Bar li' vicino al parco<br />unica risorsa del cuore<br />in una domenica di urbana desolazione<br />tra un pallido sole e la solitudine.....<br />Ma non fa niente<br />siamo lo stesso un po' felici, anche se tristi<br />Basta poco, due o tre respiri profondi lontano dalle ferraglie della strada<br />e la vita continua in questo microcosmo<br />Basta quell'amico gentile, Tonino, proprietario del Bar<br />per sentirti felice anche se triste<br />Basta questa giornata di passaggio tra le tante altre,<br />meraviglia del sole<br />nell'inverno degli anni<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-1081853781089141867?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-20775559942497495622011-12-04T06:43:00.000-08:002011-12-04T07:16:25.875-08:00Una citta' sempre affollata<br />Sgarbata nel tratto e piena di ineducazione<br />Frutto di una cattiva gestione dalle radici<br />Un povero giardino che pullula di immondizia e cocci  di bottigle sulle panchine<br />Un uomo che ti piscia incurante nelle aiuole di fronte dove il lezzo di urea ti penetra nelle narici fino al cervello<br />Cattiva gestione e maleducazione dalle radici<br />Urbanesimo senza controllo<br />Metropolitane che scaricano un suburbio vorace ed incolto<br />Ferraglie pericolosamente veloci che scaricano veleno e rumori assordanti di stereo affollando le strade<br />Benzina che si brucia a fiumi per nulla<br />Frutto di una industria miope e ottusamente avida<br />Demagogia politica che si prostituisce per un voto <br />Extraincivilta' a non finire<br />Venuta anche da immensi  continenti a prostituirsi <br />Che si mescola con quella locale<br />Anche piu' pericolosa<br />Omicidi per pochi soldi<br />Solitudine immensa nell'affollamento<br />Umanita' maleducata e pronta a sopprimerti se non ci fossero testimoni<br />Briganti senza timore <br />Civilta' urbana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-2077555994249749562?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-14379662514064749272011-11-29T05:29:00.000-08:002011-11-29T05:38:02.949-08:00E.......<br />le anime del purgatorio<br />Stanno a guardare<br />L'una vicino all'altra<br />Ci osservano inespressive aspettandoci....<br />Cosi' millennio dopo millennio<br />La nostra storia si perpetra<br />Fino al Giudizio Universale<br />Dove nessuno di noi potra' addurre le proprie scuse<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-1437966251406474927?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-64635918724639988352011-02-02T01:52:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:44:44.274-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/TUkr84CWlLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6Avj81hFf9g/s1600/sognamo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/TUkr84CWlLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6Avj81hFf9g/s400/sognamo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569030739054728370" /></a><br />Dopo la morte sognamo?<br />E per quanto tempo<br />E che cosa<br />I nostri cari<br />O il nuovo mondo<br />Nel quale entriamo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-6463591872463998835?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-39270674399547377622011-02-02T01:23:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:30:40.316-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/TUkkNycCbhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xfAkx5JDZZI/s1600/Svizzera.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/TUkkNycCbhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xfAkx5JDZZI/s400/Svizzera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569022233516600850" /></a><br />Dove sei adesso<br />Nella tua nuova casa<br />Nel ghiaccio di una terra ancora incontaminata<br />Che ho solo sfiorato<br />Che sogno ogni giorno<br />Ma che un crudele destino allontana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-3927067439954737762?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-56364674625495881032011-02-02T00:48:00.000-08:002011-02-02T00:57:47.651-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/TUkcgXFPUvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ReSbTEDmq-c/s1600/malattia.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/TUkcgXFPUvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ReSbTEDmq-c/s400/malattia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569013756497711858" /></a><br />La malattia<br />Interruppe la poesia<br />La narcotizzò<br />La fece dimenticare<br />Ruppe le sue ossa<br />Quando per pisciare<br />Dovesti trascinarti zoppicante nel dolore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-5636467462549588103?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-42307523019816760852010-02-28T04:22:00.000-08:002010-02-28T04:41:19.947-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S4pkYQ5EhCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Oo-e2zugxDg/s1600-h/lago+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443273467644642338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S4pkYQ5EhCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Oo-e2zugxDg/s400/lago+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Quella locanda sul lago<br />In quella serata d'estate con mio padre e mia madre vicini<br />Lontano da casa<br />In quei giorni di ferie<br />Cerco di ricordare<br />Cerco di far riemergere dalla memoria<br />Ricordo solo quella serata incantata<br />Che si perde sfumando tra la bruma del tempo ed il buio del lago<br />Alcuni commensali che brindano allegramente<br />Le luci tremule di quella piccola locanda riflesse sul lago<br /><br />La sensazione del tempo<br />adesso si dilata<br />e mi fa rivedere in un attimo i mille anni passati</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-4230752301981676085?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-62249004095494386602010-02-27T14:23:00.000-08:002010-02-27T14:32:15.508-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S4mdY1TiS8I/AAAAAAAAAco/V_ef2FiYmIw/s1600-h/passione.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443054674605394882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S4mdY1TiS8I/AAAAAAAAAco/V_ef2FiYmIw/s400/passione.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Odio<br />passione<br />odio<br />che<br />ardono<br />in un cuore<br />solitario</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-6224900409549438660?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-4482212453857007102010-02-14T15:20:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:48:36.951-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S3iQiq5DQ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/7chVb3hyErc/s1600-h/perfidia.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438255475353404354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S3iQiq5DQ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/7chVb3hyErc/s320/perfidia.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S3iKUVcvIzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ryFxXx1XPBU/s1600-h/sospetto.jpg"></a>Desiderio.</div><div>Freddezza>indifferenza>perfidia. </div><div>Sospetto>odio<br />Una miscela di sentimenti<br />che innesca<br />grandi terribili<br />pensieri<br />nella mente.....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-448221245385700710?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-434693186829295152010-01-25T22:27:00.000-08:002010-01-25T22:29:46.759-08:00<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Imperscrutabili segreti cela il tuo armadio ermeticamente chiuso a chiave.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Forse scheletri di cui tu sei diuturna vestale<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Ed il mio cervello cerca di scrutare<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">E piano si accorge del tuo odio canalizzato a farmi del male<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Così passano i giorni e così diviene chiaro<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Il tuo disegno arcano<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Giorno dopo giorno<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">La tua indifferenza <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-43469318682929515?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-36288985519997808132010-01-22T12:27:00.000-08:002010-01-22T12:38:38.530-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S1oMiDnbSEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ayiK7CiPThE/s1600-h/la+mia+notte.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429666079974312002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S1oMiDnbSEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ayiK7CiPThE/s320/la+mia+notte.jpg" /></a><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">La mia notte ormai senza sogni</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Uno scandaglio malfunzionante nel buio</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Senza poter frugare nel mare della vita</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aspettando che albeggi notte dopo notte</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Desiderando giorni felici</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Che forse non verranno</span> <strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-family:BookmanOldStyle-Bold;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-3628898551999780813?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-21258708596334018372010-01-22T11:27:00.000-08:002010-01-22T11:40:33.811-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S1n_J2g35qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/dO4PpySeubs/s1600-h/traffico+caotico.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429651370489144994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S1n_J2g35qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/dO4PpySeubs/s320/traffico+caotico.jpg" /></a><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ma ci sono</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">E cosa fanno</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">E s’incantano ancora a guardarsi</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ma dove possono camminare ed incontrarsi</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">In questo cesso cosmico di città?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Forse in quel quadrivio vicino alla stazione</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">dove le auto fanno da padrone?</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-2125870859633401837?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-62778770159144663672010-01-05T02:32:00.000-08:002010-01-05T02:39:42.643-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S0MW1wbuH5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/GDbyRb4DwfY/s1600-h/lagopusi2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423203489074257810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S0MW1wbuH5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/GDbyRb4DwfY/s320/lagopusi2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Un cielo di latta e piombo<br />e torna l'ispirazione:<br />sogni città lontane<br />da questa fogna di cemento</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-6277877015914466367?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-54782057624036608502009-12-19T12:54:00.000-08:002009-12-19T12:57:11.881-08:00<div align="center">Una storia finisce</div><div align="center">un senso di abbandono</div><div align="center">il cuore stretto in una morsa</div><div align="center">la mente con un solo pensiero</div><div align="center">la speranza che non sia per sempre</div><div align="center">ma solo un momento</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-5478205762403660850?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-66130330373268275742009-12-19T10:30:00.000-08:002010-01-22T11:50:55.391-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S1oBZH-9efI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aORWdXs9kQQ/s1600-h/giove.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429653831900035570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/S1oBZH-9efI/AAAAAAAAAbw/aORWdXs9kQQ/s320/giove.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sy0e5XSjN9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/XmG6v87A6wE/s1600-h/desideri.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">I desideri degli uomini:<br />salute<br />bellezza<br />saggezza<br />forza<br />ricchezza<br />amore<br />arte<br />Ciò che manda Giove agli uomini:<br />malattia<br />malagrazia<br />stoltezza<br />fragilità<br />povertà<br />solitudine<br />scelleratezza<br />mancanza di talento</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-6613033037326827574?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-58780183639495046842009-12-18T00:08:00.000-08:002009-12-18T11:08:56.522-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sys7gDZkqhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CDLo2YOLYf8/s1600-h/125081solitario_fotogrande_wm_w1_o50_gs0_r0_p579x344.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488398697572882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sys7gDZkqhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CDLo2YOLYf8/s320/125081solitario_fotogrande_wm_w1_o50_gs0_r0_p579x344.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Ai reietti<br />ed ai solitari<br />va questo mio canto libero<br />perchè una gran parte del loro pensiero<br />vaga lontano, nell'infinito,<br />senza mai timore di perdere il contatto con la realtà</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-5878018363949504684?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-70874019237045134722009-12-08T03:08:00.000-08:002009-12-08T03:15:40.552-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sx41TgtgOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/d13mUXqNK7o/s1600-h/eolie_002.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412822411460491442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sx41TgtgOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/d13mUXqNK7o/s320/eolie_002.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La solitudine di un grande uomo<br />è meno dura della solitudine di un piccolo uomo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-7087401923704513472?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-62665811657539227902009-12-03T11:22:00.001-08:002009-12-03T22:00:59.659-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SxgQ1fIhU2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LhGJff_d2PU/s1600-h/spray12.png"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411093463361999714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SxgQ1fIhU2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/LhGJff_d2PU/s320/spray12.png" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Uno spray di sentimenti così contrastanti.... </span><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ma il Natale è vicino</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">e devi essere felice per forza!</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">anche se Lei si allontana....</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Pazienza: ti potresti rifare un‘altra vita!</span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-6266581165753922790?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-52707059312946577982009-11-03T07:01:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:32:28.762-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SvBG4EPZHwI/AAAAAAAAAao/hkAw7naalz4/s1600-h/cielo+grigio.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399893882242146050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SvBG4EPZHwI/AAAAAAAAAao/hkAw7naalz4/s320/cielo+grigio.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Un pezzo così grande di cielo grigio<br />che sei felice</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-5270705931294657798?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-40804549136484856622009-11-03T06:46:00.001-08:002009-11-03T06:56:53.797-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SvBErIceYCI/AAAAAAAAAag/x2Mvd-UlshA/s1600-h/inferno800.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399891461009203234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SvBErIceYCI/AAAAAAAAAag/x2Mvd-UlshA/s320/inferno800.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Ogni tanto dall'inferno<br />spunta un diavolo<br />che ti tortura</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-4080454913648485662?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-8624532679527512152009-10-04T13:30:00.000-07:002009-10-04T13:39:47.657-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SskIBjVJdVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/j9I3XcCfgJA/s1600-h/orizzonte_di_fuoco.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388847251882341714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SskIBjVJdVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/j9I3XcCfgJA/s320/orizzonte_di_fuoco.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Guardare là<br />in quell'orizzonte di una camera chiusa,<br />ma il pensiero va<br />e cerca un aggancio come uno scanner impazzito<br />ma non lo trova.<br />Il mattino comunque presto verrà ed un nuovo giorno<br />si presenterà<br />e tutto ciò è già una fortuna</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-862453267952751215?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-44486707591223580582009-10-02T05:02:00.000-07:002009-10-02T09:09:59.748-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SsYly41XvmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dzgHR2UXmvg/s1600-h/silvio_berlusconi1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388035560375303778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SsYly41XvmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dzgHR2UXmvg/s320/silvio_berlusconi1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>C'era una volta un uomo<br />che si chiamava Berlusconi<br />con una gran voglia di vivere<br />ma con un gran vuoto intorno, come me,<br />che sono un piccolo uomo<br />E' qui la grande umanità dell'uomo!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-4448670759122358058?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-65528800146718096822009-09-21T10:35:00.000-07:002009-09-21T10:41:35.739-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sre6wfMPgDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KirkPY1p1Is/s1600-h/cielo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383977221714051122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/Sre6wfMPgDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KirkPY1p1Is/s320/cielo.jpg" /></a><br /><div>O dei del cielo proteggeteci!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-6552880014671809682?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-358025610149614492009-09-06T03:48:00.000-07:002009-09-06T03:58:37.398-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SqOVwiVCQcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RPb6E82q7EU/s1600-h/angelo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378307041091797442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SqOVwiVCQcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RPb6E82q7EU/s320/angelo.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Una donna bellissima<br />che ti odia ma è fragile e severa<br />e probabilmente non ti lascerà mai<br />Ma il rapporto si può lacerare?<br />O quell'odio e quei sentimenti<br />così contrastanti lo saldano con più forza?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-35802561014961449?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4423046034174511194.post-90403554331312568372009-08-29T05:02:00.000-07:002009-08-29T05:16:44.513-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SpkbqY_TQvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B29V3nEKO3o/s1600-h/cina2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375358045319807730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-_kALLr21eU/SpkbqY_TQvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B29V3nEKO3o/s320/cina2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Oh mercante che possiedi un grande e lussuoso emporio di stupidi vestiti alla moda!<br /><br /></div><div>Dal negozio spunta prima la tua pancia e poi la sigaretta, nettare della tua vita</div><div><br />Ti sei arricchito vendendo le suole delle scarpa negli anni d'oro<br /></div><div> </div><div>Non hai voluto cedere la tua fortuna al paninaro Mc Donald's, e adesso piangi perchè i Cinesi ti mettono alla corda.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4423046034174511194-9040355433131256837?l=www.amorepoesie.com' alt='' /></div>Francesco Ferrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706258902653295077noreply@blogger.com0