tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77171245125899617922011-04-21T17:28:34.743-07:00&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717124512589961792.post-67871334347770927122008-04-03T09:03:00.001-07:002008-04-03T09:04:42.823-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhvwM3zIpk/R_UABV0vv2I/AAAAAAAAABw/J667VN5SE6s/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqhvwM3zIpk/R_UABV0vv2I/AAAAAAAAABw/J667VN5SE6s/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185050569025240930" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717124512589961792-6787133434777092712?l=voodoo73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717124512589961792.post-26645680857501002652007-08-10T17:05:00.000-07:002007-08-10T17:10:46.222-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">LEI</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Lei vive </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">nel sogno incantato </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">e le anime</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">danzano</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">per lei.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717124512589961792-2664568085750100265?l=voodoo73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717124512589961792.post-73870228443787769212007-07-21T18:37:00.001-07:002007-07-21T18:40:09.943-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">LA VITA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Le scene cambiano</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">le persone entrano ed escono</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">non vi è mai un inizio o una fine</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I giorni si susseguono ai giorni</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">senza ne capo ne coda...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">è un addizione interminabile e monotona</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Di tanto in tanto si fa il punto</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">e ci si accorge</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">che il tempo è passato</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">che si hanno solamente ricordi!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Ma è un attimo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">poi la sfilata ricomincia!!!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717124512589961792-7387022844378776921?l=voodoo73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717124512589961792.post-5600389419839728372007-07-21T18:29:00.000-07:002007-07-21T18:30:27.251-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><strong>...come onde sula spiaggia...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717124512589961792-560038941983972837?l=voodoo73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717124512589961792.post-68234931673656328322007-07-14T19:10:00.000-07:002007-07-14T19:13:16.803-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>IL BOSCO</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Sono andato nel bosco.Mi sono perso.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Ho capito che era solo una sensazione di smarrimento, in realtà tra le fronde dei rami trovai tutto ciò che mi ero sempre chiesto, tutto ciò che volvo sapere.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Capii di non essere solo, intorno a me, come se vi fossi immerso, anime millenarie respiravano all'unisono e il loro respiro sapeva di musica, una musica mai udita prima.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Come un vortice le note echeggiavano nella mia testa ed il cuore batteva al ritmo tribale di quella melodia.Le luci nel bosco danzavano come uno sciame di fate che si libravano da un ramo all'altro, prodigandosi in uno scintillio di fluorescenze variopinte, un arcobaleno di gioia.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Tutto mi fu chiaro, ma ora, ora che la musica è svanita e le luci si sono spente, ora che il bosco mi appare lontano e ostile, ora non capisco più!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717124512589961792-6823493167365632832?l=voodoo73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717124512589961792.post-51027682640154671582007-07-14T18:57:00.000-07:002007-07-14T19:16:28.068-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>FLASH BACK</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>I miei occhi bagnarono le tue mani</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>I miei occhi si raccolsero nelle tue mani</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>D'improvviso le mani diventarono pugni</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Ed io come le lacrime</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Gocciolai da essi!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717124512589961792-5102768264015467158?l=voodoo73.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>&gt;VOODOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10625011035729541671noreply@blogger.com0