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    <title>Luigi De Blasio</title>
    <subtitle>pensieri e poesie</subtitle>
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    <updated>2010-08-18T20:21:05+02:00</updated>
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        <title type="text">A LAIKA</title>
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        <published>2010-08-17T17:54:29+02:00</published>
        <updated>2010-08-17T17:54:29+02:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/INNERSPACE/9166596.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>maleficsoul</name>
        </author>
        <summary type="text">Da paradisi d'oltremare&amp;nbsp;ho sentitolo strappodelle nostre vite.Compagna fedele d'infanziae di gi...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Da paradisi d'oltremare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ho sentito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lo strappo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;delle nostre vite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compagna fedele d'infanzia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e di giovent&amp;ugrave;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;unica, piccola tra le mie mani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da paradisi d'oltremare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ho sentito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;l'anima tua volare in un altro paradiso,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;il ricordo di te inonder&amp;agrave; in ogni dove&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e per sempre i miei pensieri,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mille carezze, passeggiate e dolcezze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cento abbracci e corse appassionate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;solo un istante e ci siamo divisi per sempre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E adesso non ti vedo pi&amp;ugrave; gironzolare per casa,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;non c'&amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; la tua ciotolina, ne la tua cesta,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dopo tanti anni non ci sei pi&amp;ugrave;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adesso ci sono solo io e il tuo ricordo. Addio,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;addio, mia dolce e unica compagnia. Ti Amo&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">Lo stadio.</title>
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        <published>2010-08-07T15:14:26+02:00</published>
        <updated>2010-08-07T15:14:26+02:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/INNERSPACE/9138642.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>maleficsoul</name>
        </author>
        <summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Me ne andor&amp;ograve; in riva al mare,al mare degli Dei oggi fantocci.Chi sa quali saranno...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me ne andor&amp;ograve; in riva al mare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;al mare degli Dei oggi fantocci.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chi sa quali saranno i suoi sapori&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e i colori dei suoi riflessi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forse giocher&amp;ograve; con le sue onde,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o forse lui se ne andr&amp;agrave;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lasciandomi la stessa solitudine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;di uno stadio prima delle barbarie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">Il Naufrago mancato ( o seconda presentazione )</title>
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        <published>2010-08-07T14:52:34+02:00</published>
        <updated>2010-08-07T14:52:34+02:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/INNERSPACE/9138581.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>maleficsoul</name>
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        <summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A volte, un vecchio pensiero ritorna,ritorna dal mare. Si lascia indovinare e cullare da...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;A volte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;un vecchio pensiero ritorna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;ritorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt; dal mare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;Si lascia indovinare e cullare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;dalle onde del cuore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;sembra quasi giunto a riva, a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;Qualcuno, per&amp;ograve;, ha distrutto il suo porto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;&amp;egrave; lontano l'approdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;Tanto tempo trascorso in mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ske03&quot;&gt;&amp;egrave; morta la gioia di naufragare.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <entry>
        <title type="text">Prima presentazione</title>
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        <published>2010-08-07T14:37:17+02:00</published>
        <updated>2010-08-07T14:37:17+02:00</updated>
        <id>http://blog.libero.it/INNERSPACE/9138538.html</id>
        <author>
            <name>maleficsoul</name>
        </author>
        <summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Il prima e il dopo dell&amp;rsquo;amorepossiedono un&amp;rsquo; intima&amp;nbsp; somiglianza: il sil...</summary>
        <content type="html">&lt;div class=&quot;entry&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il prima e il dopo dell&amp;rsquo;amore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;possiedono un&amp;rsquo; intima&amp;nbsp; somiglianza: il silenzio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All attesa di conoscersi subentra,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quando la fiamma finisce,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;la speranza di tornare presto a casa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Solo nel mezzo, nei giorni felici,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alle parole seguono i baci,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ai baci la morsa dell&amp;rsquo;oscurit&amp;agrave;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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