tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62431665704046800962011-04-21T18:47:45.621-07:00ninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04252940195858242253noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243166570404680096.post-72744844172107500212007-10-31T16:06:00.000-07:002007-10-31T17:21:00.887-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">entrare e sentirlo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sentirlo,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">la sala piena. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">piena della sua voce,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">il cuore pieno </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">de musica.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">memoria</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sensazione</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">tanti!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">barcelona</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Lontano lontano</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>oltre Milano</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>oltre gasometri</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>oltre manometri</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>oltre chilometrie </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>i binari del tram</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Lontano lontano</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>molto lontano</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>oltre l'acqua corrente</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>e l'elettricità</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Là voglio arrendermi</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>in braccio a una musica</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>che chiude il discorso</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>delle affinità</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>forte petoman</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>escritta dal diavolo</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>in spregio evidente</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>della civiltà<br /></em><em><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jvi8ZUn1mTw/RykUvYraEeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BjfX6035iHQ/s1600-h/paolo+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127652455048942050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="409" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jvi8ZUn1mTw/RykUvYraEeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BjfX6035iHQ/s400/paolo+2.jpg" width="298" border="0" /></a>Forse tu non mi amerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>mi incontrerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>sorriderai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>ma non mi amerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Forse tu non mi amerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>mi ascolterai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>mi seguirai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>ma non mi amerai </em><br /><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>La luna la luna</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>degli ululati</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>lascia ai poeti</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">della classicità<br /></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Là voglio arrendermi</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>in braccio a una musica</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>che chiude il discorso</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>dell'urbanità</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>forte petoman</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>escritta dal diavolo</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>in spregio solenne</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>dell'umanità</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Forse tu non mi amerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>mi parlerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>mi abbraccerai</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>ma non mi amerai</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243166570404680096-7274484417210750021?l=apropmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>inesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243166570404680096.post-28358242906184540762007-10-25T14:24:00.000-07:002007-10-25T15:17:05.130-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jvi8ZUn1mTw/RyEVMYraEbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oGpmh1MH1q8/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125401153451463090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jvi8ZUn1mTw/RyEVMYraEbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oGpmh1MH1q8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Algures na Praça da Catalunha...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243166570404680096-2835824290618454076?l=apropmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>inesnoreply@blogger.com3