tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49239372752586033652024-03-13T05:35:33.779+01:00Via Olevano Romano 241Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comBlogger939125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-7830703778617622952024-02-29T18:12:00.002+01:002024-03-03T19:13:12.337+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Sentiti bella<br />Pensati bella<br />Anche se<br /> gli altri ti fanno sentire diversa<br />se il mondo ti spettina<br />e ti piove il cuore negli occhi<br />Scegliti sempre<br />In tutti i tuoi amori<br />Goditi<br />Amati<br />Scopriti<br />Parlati<br />E non farti rubare la vita<br />se stelle gelose <br />ti vestono d'indifferenza <br />Me lo dico ogni giorno<br />Ma tu<br />Sentiti bella<br />Pensati bella <br />Sempre<br /><b>Elisena</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6HoGq-U_QKTAFjmJlyvtVfd8MjtkDU1vPKzXRuOeVI-rzXziexcMgV_jLkT1botsLYxu5b05hh8S-b7i8iJl0qCDLJrZMd7NpdbRtJonNK1xztbVBDmOhzEpd0ix1CzgWElo1u3Vneo89FYDFtdIJL2uAXllKQOdFvFlhoFs2ciF_jeHCtG4BM163JnZ/s675/6629f611601648053f05bffa2acd3531.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6HoGq-U_QKTAFjmJlyvtVfd8MjtkDU1vPKzXRuOeVI-rzXziexcMgV_jLkT1botsLYxu5b05hh8S-b7i8iJl0qCDLJrZMd7NpdbRtJonNK1xztbVBDmOhzEpd0ix1CzgWElo1u3Vneo89FYDFtdIJL2uAXllKQOdFvFlhoFs2ciF_jeHCtG4BM163JnZ/s16000/6629f611601648053f05bffa2acd3531.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-22414706813509353442024-02-23T17:36:00.001+01:002024-02-23T17:36:49.651+01:00<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Era tutto fermo<br />quando in un istante di rumore <br />aprii l'armadio<br />e lo trovai spogliato di tutti i miei abiti<br />Scheletri di fabbrica erano fuggiti<br />abbigliati dei miei panni <br />Io che<br />non avevo mai nascosto nulla <br />né a me stessa<br />né alla mia anima <br />né dentro l'armadio<br />avevo degli scheletri di stagione<br />dettati dal tempo<br />e non lo sapevo<br />Bizzarra vita che<br />trasformi amore e rimpianti in ossa<br />e mi lasci nuda<br />dentro lo specchio<br />in una eco di legno<br />fatta di giorni di taglia sbagliati<br />che il tempo trasforma<span style="text-align: left;"> </span><br />in difettosi fantasmi<br />che nessun sarto<br />saprà mai più ricucire<br /><b>Elisena</b></span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindcpIdrdJvy4HFIEa4u6HuoMn2mCSE1M9h_iAb9sIJy3uZZ5LNGg7UFfgWGoTOgR01AwcoSwEczzF-Qq1rRdE5VCASAtO9cNw0en_wYDMufEgB_q0Iaddch3_kkUueqS46ayXN-CA9QcA_3FnbnL07JInWTo_zvQPWMF1eJhzCEucm8heo2XRtVV1Mtlu/s799/9179ac8b14b7c3ed6a52d7e922d25589.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindcpIdrdJvy4HFIEa4u6HuoMn2mCSE1M9h_iAb9sIJy3uZZ5LNGg7UFfgWGoTOgR01AwcoSwEczzF-Qq1rRdE5VCASAtO9cNw0en_wYDMufEgB_q0Iaddch3_kkUueqS46ayXN-CA9QcA_3FnbnL07JInWTo_zvQPWMF1eJhzCEucm8heo2XRtVV1Mtlu/s16000/9179ac8b14b7c3ed6a52d7e922d25589.jpeg" /></a></div></blockquote>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-44611406947036499972024-02-06T16:09:00.002+01:002024-02-09T15:57:34.691+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Quello a cui non riesco proprio a star dentro <br />è la mia età<br />Sarà che soffro di claustrofobia<br />E il mio cuore batte come a vent'anni<br />E i miei occhi guardano come a vent'anni<br />Ma tutte quelle porte che <br />s'aprivano davanti al mio cuore <br />e davanti ai miei occhi oggi<br />mi sbattono contro l'anima<br />in un turbine di "non più"<br />Come se il tempo<br />oltre alla vita ch'io ancora voglio<br />soffi sui miei giorni<br />portandosi via anche l'ultima infanzia<br />d'un'instancabile sognatrice<br /><b>Elisena</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUByZlmS0mzaX_-IyWBTKjJe8XK4sknn1M_gPyu6bXBvAfcfH_D3wQ5tv37duozQ2kYh3R6Q-eu4yUY4QkIwwbJjdfeM5FVHeUlcuvdtGO2M2VmxNtkSXJOmTL7heIFQIG9LXzedYghTue9p0UM59UPXrMnSeMVGZCm1nE0yaOJg7WSAPLIsGuyarevebd/s849/3f52777089c222f3262d564c6dd390a6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUByZlmS0mzaX_-IyWBTKjJe8XK4sknn1M_gPyu6bXBvAfcfH_D3wQ5tv37duozQ2kYh3R6Q-eu4yUY4QkIwwbJjdfeM5FVHeUlcuvdtGO2M2VmxNtkSXJOmTL7heIFQIG9LXzedYghTue9p0UM59UPXrMnSeMVGZCm1nE0yaOJg7WSAPLIsGuyarevebd/s16000/3f52777089c222f3262d564c6dd390a6.jpeg" /></a></span></div><p></p>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-63657592493211074252024-01-19T18:16:00.001+01:002024-01-25T15:06:26.926+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Erano giorni che</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">la cioccolata calda mi scorreva nelle vene</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">causandomi una densa e forte pressione di ricordi </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Io che </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">non sapevo collocare il tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">dietro e dentro i vetri d'un bar </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">dove nessuna cioccolata aveva</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">lo stesso gusto</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">nell'essenza d'un'anonima tazza</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">che t'ingrassa di passato senza zucchero</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">E così</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> per far dimagrire le ore</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">decisi di fare la dieta dei sogni </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">subendo tutti gli effetti collaterali </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">d'un'amara realtà </span><br /><b style="font-family: inherit;">Elisena</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_AiRGobbV_-YX-KUBZfjTj0QTPCE60tWFJu9tBwrmij5jpGH9nNEazeIMddkn9XIbiDLHonOaEP7Z2HkEgnnCgx2cbJgSQzGQvUaa_TIMni7d5YR7Dho1VoWQ8clfQy-j9kQyPU_-tzBCBt3iwEty-_nerEI1azv1eWkW0ljXhdbHWptzi-yEXuPDfF9/s474/c85fa5141ff5b2ef441e1dba2d9d1435.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_AiRGobbV_-YX-KUBZfjTj0QTPCE60tWFJu9tBwrmij5jpGH9nNEazeIMddkn9XIbiDLHonOaEP7Z2HkEgnnCgx2cbJgSQzGQvUaa_TIMni7d5YR7Dho1VoWQ8clfQy-j9kQyPU_-tzBCBt3iwEty-_nerEI1azv1eWkW0ljXhdbHWptzi-yEXuPDfF9/s16000/c85fa5141ff5b2ef441e1dba2d9d1435.jpeg" /></a></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-83144056041538445582023-12-15T18:01:00.002+01:002023-12-20T16:16:44.521+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Quando la notte mi cade addosso<br />vorrei coprirmi di stelle<br />e parlare con gli Angeli<br />e far finta che sia sempre Natale<br />Così …. da prendere a calci il buio<br />e nell'intermittenza dei respiri<br />accendermi a nuovi sogni<br />che non siano ricordi<br />appesi ai capelli<br />Ma gli Angeli <br />hanno il cuore nudo di foglie e su le ali <br />piccole piume di giorni<br />che diventano albe di carta<br />dove scrivo le mie notti di voci <br />mentre fingo di vincere il buio<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E loro lo sanno </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><b style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-large;">Elisena</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_jOVBuuASpfwky5EzPj5qovE_togwpNbtBGAtP097NK5RkRwE0KhH8dYhE3GFqxQbXhGXFK6cNgaeyJG2XePqYGmnWLbwogSnqG4HmMmDfwnGNvNDgugeBU0uuASgvk_Vegw0FO6nUJylB1sLu6vtPbTx-9lbJuM7TJZHaPVUQJmgTzTxcf51n9ZYmGH/s755/32e21021d020c946e4cae66e7350e1b7.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_jOVBuuASpfwky5EzPj5qovE_togwpNbtBGAtP097NK5RkRwE0KhH8dYhE3GFqxQbXhGXFK6cNgaeyJG2XePqYGmnWLbwogSnqG4HmMmDfwnGNvNDgugeBU0uuASgvk_Vegw0FO6nUJylB1sLu6vtPbTx-9lbJuM7TJZHaPVUQJmgTzTxcf51n9ZYmGH/s16000/32e21021d020c946e4cae66e7350e1b7.webp" /></a></span></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-35040320065972340592023-06-12T18:42:00.001+02:002023-06-14T16:02:48.388+02:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Baci </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">baciati d'un amore spacciato</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">per sempre ascoltati dalle mani del tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">che il mare sospende </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">in una fascia di sale </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">E sala quest'occhi</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">mentre guardano foto </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">ch'abbandona nel giorno </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">d'un gioco sbagliato</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">all'ombra dell'ombre </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">che si vestono lente</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"> di labbra incarnate</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">d'un'estate lontana</span><br /><b style="font-family: inherit;">Elisena</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHqR3DRFT6KMfVyKXWU6GKMWdaxlOfqPG3dkoyDCado7oObj7IVvlMxoNGM44uLIFLFwSQnZq1LaWOKBW_icT8Hm7d5d5-qpTdvytrJGRjPEL_W7Cq73npqpfK1y9Tt96OfcV9OatUB_vIyMweRtHX_dcbplHVw84thWrHVshtL6_DopKTXTXywLptbg/s474/c6d7e79923e7e1b29dcda08c3512124a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHqR3DRFT6KMfVyKXWU6GKMWdaxlOfqPG3dkoyDCado7oObj7IVvlMxoNGM44uLIFLFwSQnZq1LaWOKBW_icT8Hm7d5d5-qpTdvytrJGRjPEL_W7Cq73npqpfK1y9Tt96OfcV9OatUB_vIyMweRtHX_dcbplHVw84thWrHVshtL6_DopKTXTXywLptbg/s16000/c6d7e79923e7e1b29dcda08c3512124a.jpeg" /></a></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-5893501089000140372023-03-09T17:00:00.005+01:002023-04-13T09:10:11.253+02:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oggi dormono gli Angeli</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dormono</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Con gli occhi e la bocca pieni di sabbia</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dormono</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Con le ali bagnate dal volo perduto</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">che neanche il sole l'asciuga</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">E camminano su l'acqua pescatori di anime</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">che non lasciano orme</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">così che il vento</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">non può cancellare</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">E resta sola la spiaggia </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Come una bibbia di conchiglie confuse </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">che la misericordia dipinge di rabbia </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">tra il legno dei miracoli e la </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">sabbia</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oggi dormono gli Angeli</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Forse sognano ancora</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Non svegliamoli</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Noi sappiamo che </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">non potranno volare</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sssssh</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">E' giunta l'alba </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">su quello steccato di spiaggia</span><br /><b style="font-family: inherit;">Elisena</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Tw_bK3Z77cGauFBP4kolYvJxsHyNp9vcQs8TMMmvg9ciBodDEOynmBT-yMaK0O2auvyYPxkACh-yREqttBHa0AMAUmHwRcC0c5jjSNiOeG0izyi-9ffV2i7TtCQmryf22yYxppmICPscGgB2SDBwHYv_cMcNEJMu_MKJKw48isOLOY8lc4Ndj222HQ/s564/d49ea71c562ca18653c2871411d666fd.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="564" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Tw_bK3Z77cGauFBP4kolYvJxsHyNp9vcQs8TMMmvg9ciBodDEOynmBT-yMaK0O2auvyYPxkACh-yREqttBHa0AMAUmHwRcC0c5jjSNiOeG0izyi-9ffV2i7TtCQmryf22yYxppmICPscGgB2SDBwHYv_cMcNEJMu_MKJKw48isOLOY8lc4Ndj222HQ/w640-h423/d49ea71c562ca18653c2871411d666fd.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-46690847724405414862022-12-23T18:58:00.002+01:002022-12-23T19:15:20.390+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E ancora una volta era Natale<br />E ancora una volta loro<br />sarebbero arrivati<br />E io li aspettavo<br />perché il Natale è<br />la festa che non lascia sedie vuote<br />che merita il sole<br />ed occhi d'amore<br />Loro che non vogliono niente<br />se non l'abbraccio d'un ricordo<br />Loro che ti carezzano il cuore<br />senz'attraversare il tempo <br />Loro che non hanno mai smesso d'amare<br />e d'amarmi<br />e parlarmi<br />e riempirmi di sogni<br />Loro che non ci sono più<br />Loro che sono sempre con me<br />Loro <br />i miei Angeli<br /><b>Elisena</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCrjbwSdXK7c4sW2T3j7YzIESwgEJrnuoxeD1AGphaBAUfC_-dw5V_QYmaMUDyDYEJbkoBoNE0mzUaxdbSqwTEEIWnMHVWVOJ22tz69eyZQ8fd4sRe-oJDxsAkd8ogufDZaHsgEvDILD-_PKNVPcaNlplCT5u6qWxdrpfA93tI44akUDdaBAYWUJ4RA/s851/d746ace48ee358030c19a7f1621c8295.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCrjbwSdXK7c4sW2T3j7YzIESwgEJrnuoxeD1AGphaBAUfC_-dw5V_QYmaMUDyDYEJbkoBoNE0mzUaxdbSqwTEEIWnMHVWVOJ22tz69eyZQ8fd4sRe-oJDxsAkd8ogufDZaHsgEvDILD-_PKNVPcaNlplCT5u6qWxdrpfA93tI44akUDdaBAYWUJ4RA/s16000/d746ace48ee358030c19a7f1621c8295.jpeg" /></a></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">(Foto di Vincent Guglielmi)</div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-82983945121196818312022-11-29T17:42:00.000+01:002022-11-29T17:42:32.937+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/" style="font-family: inherit;">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a> <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Appesi l'attesa </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">per continuare a crederci davvero</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">come un pezzo di straccio </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">strappato dalla confusione</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e disorientato dagli interminabili decolli</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">negli schianti dei mattini</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Il cuore mi nutrì di foto mai scattate</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> di gesti mai dedicati</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> Nessuna preghiera mi parlò </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">con foto di carezze inventate</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Tirando le somme al tempo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">mi ritrovai appesa in pochi centimetri </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">d'un bianco senza colori</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> insieme a quel pezzo di straccio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">strappato dalla confusione</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Eravamo al margine d'un foglio</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Penzolanti su l'ultimo rigo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Troppo esile per sostenerci</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Lui finì tragicamente in un vuoto di carta</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> Io mi salvai andando a capo</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Trovai scampo nella lista degli appunti</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OTgfI_OVBs8UGOg4y7A9xw71KiEmIlcqZDY0l3fi8NvGjYhQUOZ-IuCov40AR2NuleDgAKyLL3rKYnT-zqLbqiAV7MXPBzPvwfXRZlI6MSJMyetb29vkSABk1xPBbDBNBdMZo64EfzYgKOpwQY2b6QVaiOD4Ra5h1OFLXKnr72Apt2Bf1e-FZTu9HA/s442/316629272_5361672090609185_3646657609236246858_n.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="311" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_OTgfI_OVBs8UGOg4y7A9xw71KiEmIlcqZDY0l3fi8NvGjYhQUOZ-IuCov40AR2NuleDgAKyLL3rKYnT-zqLbqiAV7MXPBzPvwfXRZlI6MSJMyetb29vkSABk1xPBbDBNBdMZo64EfzYgKOpwQY2b6QVaiOD4Ra5h1OFLXKnr72Apt2Bf1e-FZTu9HA/w450-h640/316629272_5361672090609185_3646657609236246858_n.jpeg" width="450" /></a></div></span></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-90232292635651130412022-11-14T15:59:00.003+01:002022-11-14T16:09:17.377+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"></p><p> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/" style="font-family: inherit;">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a> </p><blockquote><blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quando i nostri corpi saranno buio per gli occhi</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">e senza più mani le carezze</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">allora noi </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">saremo la nostra notte lunga di sole</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ci nutriremo di stelle golose</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">perché non saremo più ombra d'ogni rumore</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Saremo tutto ciò in cui io non ho mai creduto</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">in quell'oltre senza ali donate</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">avvolti nel tempo come amanti</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">d'una poesia </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">senza paura </span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Elisena</b></span></span></p></blockquote></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzJFZ_G6JH8GO7dsiR8r1iljcxvqTQ5TgmwfmFRPrWJsBLKvRUgH8n2bbxRm59ZWyYJeHtMECzjmzLmimtGbY5erl5LfzhtpffU4UyR--fUvOcNb3DTcRMf7TZraroS5MHrNv8JAchz0JWj4ML0nkIWzyVtA1xBJeG4D0iR6KqEIhU3ZEHyfwRAYczA/s705/49a62358f534c3032adc38cfed867e0f.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzJFZ_G6JH8GO7dsiR8r1iljcxvqTQ5TgmwfmFRPrWJsBLKvRUgH8n2bbxRm59ZWyYJeHtMECzjmzLmimtGbY5erl5LfzhtpffU4UyR--fUvOcNb3DTcRMf7TZraroS5MHrNv8JAchz0JWj4ML0nkIWzyVtA1xBJeG4D0iR6KqEIhU3ZEHyfwRAYczA/s16000/49a62358f534c3032adc38cfed867e0f.jpeg" /></a></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-38599116570609987522022-10-30T12:13:00.001+01:002022-11-09T14:20:24.197+01:00<p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/" style="font-family: inherit;">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Le poesie<br />a volte sono brevi<br />come un giorno d'inverno<br />Altre lunghe<br />come i capelli d'una madre<br />Inseguono sentimenti<br />e danno fiato alla mente<br />Mangiano rime<br />e danno scarpe ai profumi<br />ch'appartengono a tutti<br />Sanno di vita<br />anche dopo la morte<br />E sanno d'amore<br />per chi sa leggere i sogni<br />senza dire parole<br /><b>Elisena</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQDCcloV4ANbpP9hPYUx3xLqvsY3vdCQVvyrZCv1JTP0Cq43GbbUmSA5b8rpGEuS26WntJvsVgwOLfFhOdfV95TjdsiEl3g6neppthZeoBy35e8A492gfV-5M2CSrlFUGZ702PDYWy-BogX8IcXtlDVuY2FoKf_33vqnBazo4I2qDlU77KmePgkU4hw/s846/20be87c8a5fe520044a2f86855224792.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQDCcloV4ANbpP9hPYUx3xLqvsY3vdCQVvyrZCv1JTP0Cq43GbbUmSA5b8rpGEuS26WntJvsVgwOLfFhOdfV95TjdsiEl3g6neppthZeoBy35e8A492gfV-5M2CSrlFUGZ702PDYWy-BogX8IcXtlDVuY2FoKf_33vqnBazo4I2qDlU77KmePgkU4hw/s16000/20be87c8a5fe520044a2f86855224792.jpeg" /></a></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-37517200817093530152022-10-21T18:07:00.004+02:002022-11-09T14:20:36.727+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman"; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ho dato a te</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">tutto l'amore che potevo darti</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">T'ho dato me </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e rubato la fame</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">perché i suoi morsi </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">non ti toccassero il cuore</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E poi ogni giorno</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ho continuato il domani</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">tra furti di cielo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e bottini di stelle</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Non volevo l'autunno</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E nemmeno l'inverno</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Volevo noi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E ho tolto a Dio l'immenso giardino</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">per farne il nostro cortile </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ed ora non mi resta che scrivere</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">della mia colpevolezza </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ma non confesserò mai scuse</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E mai spoetizzerò quegli Angeli </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">colpevoli custodi d'avermi dato</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">tutto l'amore che potevo darti</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Vgugc-45rIyKYt2VeHT3WIaRO2LpiuF5DyhpDj4nN7d6SvPWalxZDB89PAgDaOLUGoetdWi7vrHsJ81yF3AGbLMlg7FCELrW_QLWd_C6gbrkwZKn7ENr2LevSc0cm2cE8qYDVwRMx9fZyOZt_s6Q5OKOPaoEYN-LE1Ms1Uebrexvx-zuSqfIR5Nggw/s650/e35e95eb55f3fefb4a6fff40bcd3c004.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Vgugc-45rIyKYt2VeHT3WIaRO2LpiuF5DyhpDj4nN7d6SvPWalxZDB89PAgDaOLUGoetdWi7vrHsJ81yF3AGbLMlg7FCELrW_QLWd_C6gbrkwZKn7ENr2LevSc0cm2cE8qYDVwRMx9fZyOZt_s6Q5OKOPaoEYN-LE1Ms1Uebrexvx-zuSqfIR5Nggw/s16000/e35e95eb55f3fefb4a6fff40bcd3c004.jpeg" /></a></div></span></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-23227753302281199532022-08-16T18:34:00.005+02:002022-09-10T14:34:47.041+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Delle carezze ascolto sempre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">le parole della pelle</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nei lunghi inverni di mia madre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">distesi nella carta d'un giornale</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">sotto il braccio stanco di mio padre</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> L'impressione d'un vento</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">lenzuola appese senz'inizio e né fine</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">bianche fantasmi di balcone</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E il mio non perdermi adesso</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">risale la periferia</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nell'incontro di mani</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">zingare musiche di sogni</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">poche righe di vita</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e tante note nel cuore</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlJhdKVzxRNGuO4Z6l8H8AsLaKDvyzLMQzl3FrUPXmrY2cN2pUlHQf3JtmP1rQNGIJW0zz3f48CLlmB9nNlsLtFfmqpR3mKPlMbN5O1ajO4bEjF_GYM5XZqSo3pwwwlvHhg5XuMLA8Zw-wnUV4bv0pCdmJWVj2ldi3USK8KkKLO-rOQjABEWTiFFJEQ/s600/3827807cc3a962fc489978c823951b4b.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlJhdKVzxRNGuO4Z6l8H8AsLaKDvyzLMQzl3FrUPXmrY2cN2pUlHQf3JtmP1rQNGIJW0zz3f48CLlmB9nNlsLtFfmqpR3mKPlMbN5O1ajO4bEjF_GYM5XZqSo3pwwwlvHhg5XuMLA8Zw-wnUV4bv0pCdmJWVj2ldi3USK8KkKLO-rOQjABEWTiFFJEQ/s16000/3827807cc3a962fc489978c823951b4b.jpeg" /></a></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-42395600257899999062021-12-13T17:25:00.003+01:002022-10-21T18:07:06.991+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ho visto baciarsi donne<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">senza scatenare guerre<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">e disabili far proprio<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">un giorno senza gambe<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ho visto Angeli</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">che non hanno avuto un Dio<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ma hanno avuto un nome<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">e un ricordo <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">e un ultimo bacio <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">che viaggia solo con gli aerei<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">e muore ancor prima<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">di toccare terra<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Questa mia terra<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">che non ha un Dio<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ma che ospita un cielo </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">d'aerei<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">che poi diventano baci<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">che poi sono quegli Angeli<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">quelli che io immagino<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">quelli che io amo<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">quelli che come me<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">non hanno avuto un Dio<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Elisena</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3d9RTZt9I4qkulu2kIqPPfpjgjNV-qkngYF3tC0DjZ4At3QSx9VThykLq7NG88fPD3disJ8DD23ebdLANZ6ZCymAsdXXwMzXwo1isIR21XsR8JYwzlrx3DD576nSyS9VnK5oi1QmgsEJ8VS99cer0H4RDaIUgKXfbx6-cU7UliQolCxkJgHf6jHIm8A=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3d9RTZt9I4qkulu2kIqPPfpjgjNV-qkngYF3tC0DjZ4At3QSx9VThykLq7NG88fPD3disJ8DD23ebdLANZ6ZCymAsdXXwMzXwo1isIR21XsR8JYwzlrx3DD576nSyS9VnK5oi1QmgsEJ8VS99cer0H4RDaIUgKXfbx6-cU7UliQolCxkJgHf6jHIm8A=s16000" /></a></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-25989093775854492972021-09-18T10:47:00.001+02:002021-12-13T17:23:53.560+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Era così difficile dirsi Addio che<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">perfino le campane della chiesa<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ripetevano lo stesso rintocco<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">come noi ripetevamo all’infinito<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">le stesse frasi<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Io te<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">te io<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Avevamo smesso di essere noi<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e a momenti eravamo amici<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">poi nemici<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e poi di nuovo ancora <br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">io e te<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Avevo fermato tempo e sentimenti<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">in pochi metri quadrati d’estate<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove non c’era spazio </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">per tornare </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">al silenzio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kHQBL2Jvl6a_Ms_stEEoofDVYOERmddvq2zQ3DIHnnm1vvSL7H4Fg76hJ4v4CvZOgJZiOpz5sr560fiUT5Tvd0MTsWougbp5W6ilYAJIY_SvxKkAAFBDaUh3EPDqBlx2it8pPKvxVWQ2/s656/c50236dd6de69a43e390cc1e29505bd2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kHQBL2Jvl6a_Ms_stEEoofDVYOERmddvq2zQ3DIHnnm1vvSL7H4Fg76hJ4v4CvZOgJZiOpz5sr560fiUT5Tvd0MTsWougbp5W6ilYAJIY_SvxKkAAFBDaUh3EPDqBlx2it8pPKvxVWQ2/s16000/c50236dd6de69a43e390cc1e29505bd2.jpeg" /></a></div></span></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-78449051820499493452021-06-23T13:01:00.007+02:002021-06-23T13:01:59.280+02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/<br /></a><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a><span style="background-color: white;"> </span> </div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Dal diario disastrato<br />della mia vita strampalata<br /></b></span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Mi trovavo<span style="text-align: left;"> </span>in una pagina calda </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">d'un clima impazzito<br />senza un ventilatore in grado di<br />raffreddare i ricordi<br />visto che non tirava nemmeno un filo di vento<br />ed avevo perso la chiave del paradiso <br />per aprirmi una soluzione di vita<br />Presi in mano il mio destino<br />quello che chissà chi </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">aveva scritto per me </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">in un mazzo di tarocchi</span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ma anche questi <br />col caldo<br />non erano diventati altro che</span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">degli stupidi mandarini fuori stagione </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e senza più dolcezza<br />Avrei dovuto smettere di sudare<br />per non bagnare quei ricordi<br />appiccicati come mosche sui miei occhi<br />altrimenti </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">poteva sembrar pianto<br /> E il pianto si sa<br />squaglia il trucco<br />Quel trucco che io<br />ostinatamente<br />costringevo a farmi con costanza<br />regalandogli sempre la stessa sfumatura<br />per ingannare me stessa e la vita<br />Perché come al solito <br />ero quella persona ripetutamente sbagliata<br />in un giorno di caldo sbagliato</span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza una chiave di ferro per aprire il vento </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">sul mio trucco impeccabile </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">impiastrato di ricordi sudati </span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">densi come l'inchiostro</span></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span> </div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgU42LS4EGRuXqbZHe9SAqc8dLCEsBFiBVO6MnkdxJh6mYw-uwKR5ua7F4hJ_REdy5hetXmzlT3s5yi1Mu2O5oBJDwCWsBHLTTxfOrisMEvFlKYdrta2HDyaiP6ctZ6vMaotsL1RZ5qi-P/s251/images+%25281%2529.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgU42LS4EGRuXqbZHe9SAqc8dLCEsBFiBVO6MnkdxJh6mYw-uwKR5ua7F4hJ_REdy5hetXmzlT3s5yi1Mu2O5oBJDwCWsBHLTTxfOrisMEvFlKYdrta2HDyaiP6ctZ6vMaotsL1RZ5qi-P/w513-h640/images+%25281%2529.jpeg" width="513" /></a></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-119624022089156962021-06-17T18:39:00.004+02:002021-06-17T18:51:19.151+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div><div><br /></div></span></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E poi ti ritrovi sola</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza nessuno con cui parlare</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza una risata da condividere</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza un domani da vestire</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ti ritrovi così</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza quella vita di sempre</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e non trovi quel coraggio che da sempre </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ti ha fatto andare avanti</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E aspetti il domani</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">pensando all'addio al silenzio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">al mare</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">all'abito da indossare</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">alle cene con gli amici</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> Che poi dovrebbero inventare un mercato</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove andare a comprare la felicità</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">o almeno un monte dei pegni</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove obbligare la solitudine</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E allora ti chiedi il perché</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">della rabbia e dell'amore</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza più strade</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ma non sai darti una risposta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">perché l'amore ora è rabbia </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e la rabbia impotenza</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E tutto diventa un errore</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Fa niente</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">In fondo devi solo continuare a vivere </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;">e tu sai bene che </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">la tua vita è </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">un bene che </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">hai già pagato</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena </b></span></div><div><br /></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnXhslU1kyHwOQWaaWi8n9D_TAZg-rjno0JIjYP3LG9c_mp0BKuUX4ZBUhE88M_kj0nYUTK2ili6B4mT5Q-9segzEra12EEqFxY7kLBqxZ_PSFaYyKXktj8n7RlyBvSnBvMy0fGHb_ElA/s1190/IMG_3208.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1190" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnXhslU1kyHwOQWaaWi8n9D_TAZg-rjno0JIjYP3LG9c_mp0BKuUX4ZBUhE88M_kj0nYUTK2ili6B4mT5Q-9segzEra12EEqFxY7kLBqxZ_PSFaYyKXktj8n7RlyBvSnBvMy0fGHb_ElA/w403-h640/IMG_3208.jpeg" width="403" /></a></div><p></p>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-54737077348239923782021-06-03T19:04:00.001+02:002021-06-03T19:04:32.318+02:00<span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E siete tornati</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">in una notte di quasi estate</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nella confusione di tutto ciò </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">che avrei voluto mostrarvi</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nella casa di quella vita</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Siete venuti a trovarmi proprio dove</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">inizia il canto del mattino</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e nascono gli alberi di Natale</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">che non hanno radici</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">negl'insaziabili ricordi</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove l'amore rimane al suo posto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e la felicità diventa religione</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">fra scarti di suppellettili e preghiere </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e tutto ciò che prima non è stato </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">diventa </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">imprescindibile per sempre</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBsmrrrumVIJQgjTwIYiq-Mvgh3bF1qq3mrXDyNFk9rlaZJwJ883hr-mAM8WxdIlpcxzWH53isz_-rgSm-4PQfaYF8HPECzGo4R2kjpJOrGCYz0zQfkvWCchzUoiAfU3njZr9BWc2BH-e/s400/tumblr_p04vwcK9hh1wv4touo1_400.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBsmrrrumVIJQgjTwIYiq-Mvgh3bF1qq3mrXDyNFk9rlaZJwJ883hr-mAM8WxdIlpcxzWH53isz_-rgSm-4PQfaYF8HPECzGo4R2kjpJOrGCYz0zQfkvWCchzUoiAfU3njZr9BWc2BH-e/w640-h640/tumblr_p04vwcK9hh1wv4touo1_400.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></span></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-50065261257825347752021-05-24T12:32:00.001+02:002021-05-24T12:38:47.959+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Si me porto l'orologgio lontano</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> m'aritrovo regazzina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">a Via Olevano Romano</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">a beve da ‘n'eterna fontanella</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">co l'acqua ferma ner tempo de ‘na chiacchierata</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">come succede ar sole</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">quanno s'avvicina la serata</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e tu madre te chiama perchè è ora </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"> Devi tornà a casa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ma de sognà </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nun t’eri ancora stancata</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E te sazia ‘n panino a colori</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">co tanta cioccolata voci e rumori</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">carezzi du stelle trovate pe strada</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">raccoji er ricordo e</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">aritorni su casa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WUr1C34yuhkOg_ik8nwLnFlWg4UGzlL8ExfTmC1gaZmvMKUJp9KYb3DA7AFIRdA8zqzDTL5FhTRA6T7LDLDMnMWcaENO3GFFbYkRX3Bydkx_SMIwYaqgbGykKiuYRnZfaKXFbFSd_5D6/s707/33ada8d615dfd03a570f2c23918380d0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WUr1C34yuhkOg_ik8nwLnFlWg4UGzlL8ExfTmC1gaZmvMKUJp9KYb3DA7AFIRdA8zqzDTL5FhTRA6T7LDLDMnMWcaENO3GFFbYkRX3Bydkx_SMIwYaqgbGykKiuYRnZfaKXFbFSd_5D6/s16000/33ada8d615dfd03a570f2c23918380d0.jpeg" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-5453685324884486362021-03-14T17:11:00.005+01:002021-03-14T17:17:14.073+01:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E in giorni diversi d'un unico tempo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">quasi breve e sottile</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">da non potersi leggere</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">mia madre mise al mondo dei figli</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">d'un unico padre</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">destinato alla conquista di posti</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove il cielo non esiste</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Lei mischiò colori e nomi e stagioni</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">negli occhi d'ognuno</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E ne dimenticò i capelli</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ma non le ombre</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E divenne odore </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E poi farfalla</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">perché noi figli così diversi </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">potessimo migrare nello stesso ricordo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">fino a leggerci nel tempo </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">anche dove </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">il cielo non esiste</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROYk4ARRtPqR0oXvAGeUOk0F5RmPOucwMjhN75HekC-6i7SqwBZDkKVbYWsJr0duP7qTbm3fMEoE3BQ1oUdm14FoRcgS6Ev6YvBHVuuUn74dYWw5Dh1mZLF6chWi1RV17eqTmP73e_B5W/s708/52a9b5c65be367cf5ffd01f8c05ce164.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROYk4ARRtPqR0oXvAGeUOk0F5RmPOucwMjhN75HekC-6i7SqwBZDkKVbYWsJr0duP7qTbm3fMEoE3BQ1oUdm14FoRcgS6Ev6YvBHVuuUn74dYWw5Dh1mZLF6chWi1RV17eqTmP73e_B5W/s16000/52a9b5c65be367cf5ffd01f8c05ce164.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-30424204212828891572021-01-30T15:52:00.001+01:002021-01-30T16:03:25.200+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">M'hai allattata di ricordi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e sbattuto sulla bocca i giorni</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">M'hai fatto piangere con la pioggia</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e stesa come panni nell’attesa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">M'hai svegliata di notte</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e cancellato i sogni di mattina</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">M'hai fatto prendere a botte il presente</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e nel silenzio della musica </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">sotterrare ogni estate e poi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E poi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">hanno vinto ancora la pioggia</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e i giorni</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span>e l'estate </span>mentre noi </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">chiusi in questa vita</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">perdevamo entrambi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Elisena</span></b></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnb-lsOuScVDtrLZRdUXH5WsU702kp_LEUK7D39CJbYXCGdIauNSxq0M7o52ZCLdvGMSyb8NKeRrlHkkjGbf31vlyTk2gR7B3gJxbW9k0rbbvRpKDHdyOe4kr-pViJ5s4D_arTJccg7J3c/s550/ce2b0a36cec76e498227890b6da7482e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="367" data-original-width="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnb-lsOuScVDtrLZRdUXH5WsU702kp_LEUK7D39CJbYXCGdIauNSxq0M7o52ZCLdvGMSyb8NKeRrlHkkjGbf31vlyTk2gR7B3gJxbW9k0rbbvRpKDHdyOe4kr-pViJ5s4D_arTJccg7J3c/s16000/ce2b0a36cec76e498227890b6da7482e.jpg" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"></span></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-37916260690576656142021-01-22T15:45:00.011+01:002021-01-22T16:07:13.836+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Non ho più età</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e scontato la mia gioventù</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e dimenticato il tempo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ora scompaio in fretta alle ombre della Luna</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e suono tutto ciò che non è musica</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e leggo la mia vita</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza più contarne le pagine</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">mentre salvo gli attimi di sole</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e perdono le mie lealtà</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E resto senza me</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">con il mio lontano che </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">continua a ferirsi</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">sul filo spinato</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">delle abitudini di sempre</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0yFbdft8PPPx0hKp_ymDLsBklaA0b6EaYCftFJlMYqLfDujxG6yS2TF25Z3FGVl99k7ZMYMfVvLNDMMS0KATc55m6N9jg-jDWtBxH9n1kKYTGjSsE45QicehFi44LRBaGmx7yfokbrFy/s523/e249894d4fefc2ea6ccf840266481e07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="350" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0yFbdft8PPPx0hKp_ymDLsBklaA0b6EaYCftFJlMYqLfDujxG6yS2TF25Z3FGVl99k7ZMYMfVvLNDMMS0KATc55m6N9jg-jDWtBxH9n1kKYTGjSsE45QicehFi44LRBaGmx7yfokbrFy/w429-h640/e249894d4fefc2ea6ccf840266481e07.jpg" width="429" /></a></div></span></div></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-61750694906505915832021-01-15T13:34:00.001+01:002021-01-16T13:34:25.606+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Io c' ho provato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">C'ho provato un giorno</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">quando il silenzio m'è diventato un racconto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E l'ho letto</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ho cantato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ho fatto rumore</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ho bestemmiato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e l'ho baciato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Era salato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">era bagnato</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e a volte infinito</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">ma così fragile </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">da crescere ad ogni mio respiro</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">senza un fine di labbra</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">fino a stancarmi il cuore</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Fino a stancarsi in ogni pagina</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">pur di battezzarsi nel mio nome</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivId9BzvfLaEoSGDr_mKzETiYa1EqwRoyXnDeo2LsTDBzwh3MOmSJmFlpG2ukWa1SmiTzEO5WSjIi_coPe_pqKZ0jABXZ5KJ-9apc1dxUxpRT3ZBBfazsMtu9KkDxiNe3BdQbamlI9WLaO/s817/2e7292fd52329d4b481c0b3313d400cb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="817" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivId9BzvfLaEoSGDr_mKzETiYa1EqwRoyXnDeo2LsTDBzwh3MOmSJmFlpG2ukWa1SmiTzEO5WSjIi_coPe_pqKZ0jABXZ5KJ-9apc1dxUxpRT3ZBBfazsMtu9KkDxiNe3BdQbamlI9WLaO/s16000/2e7292fd52329d4b481c0b3313d400cb.jpg" /></a></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-36477538283301647102021-01-08T18:05:00.002+01:002021-01-16T13:34:15.929+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div><div><br /></div></span></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Quando la solitudine si unisce alla notte</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">le stelle ubriache si mischiano al nero</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">e trasfigurano di mani la Luna</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Ma quella solitudine è la mia</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">così intensa e piena di cielo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">così nuda tra le nuvole e superba </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nella brevità della via lattea</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove costeggiano i miei ricordi</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">E lascio che lenta si appanni </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nella musica di un cuore</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">finestra di vetro</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">nel buio delle ore</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">dove credo di sognare</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">tracce di una felicità</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">bruciata in fretta</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">su un ramo di patchouli</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Io </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">eroina di cenere </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">tra la polvere della mia vita</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5QZb5QULf9YGTUQb6jP3xn3netb5pwtO5zv6RIL3DFkrAk-A-ovoRchi5zsmw10GpXN5fYF9KUzGMKL906G6T0WEQIC1q8DNbch_Sdp1B8T-4RLwmaPC_B3tC0HGbGWdvZVvusW5znc9/s564/c3e521930742c6a15ceb21e27a871db9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5QZb5QULf9YGTUQb6jP3xn3netb5pwtO5zv6RIL3DFkrAk-A-ovoRchi5zsmw10GpXN5fYF9KUzGMKL906G6T0WEQIC1q8DNbch_Sdp1B8T-4RLwmaPC_B3tC0HGbGWdvZVvusW5znc9/s16000/c3e521930742c6a15ceb21e27a871db9.jpg" /></a></div></div></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923937275258603365.post-86551278720976280052020-12-31T14:58:00.007+01:002020-12-31T15:00:48.277+01:00<div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/">https://www.facebook.com/poesiestonate/</a></div><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani" style="font-family: "times new roman";">https://twitter.com/ElisenaMigiani</a> </div></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">E poi </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ci sono io </span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">che</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">non mi dimentico mai di volerti bene</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>Elisena </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYYRWLljCpqJZtP5BlMIc156NgyIjEl_8f2RMrDx4853-Yz2d5XND42nHiw_YU_ul9W4bRaMDxyoZxucL7avwLXHkR4RpX8los5F5SP5e7OV-wmun4liUDiWItnRQMiU52IlhgDULmwOT/s800/4b0fe19b54e7e1fb9f284fb67ea593a1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBYYRWLljCpqJZtP5BlMIc156NgyIjEl_8f2RMrDx4853-Yz2d5XND42nHiw_YU_ul9W4bRaMDxyoZxucL7avwLXHkR4RpX8los5F5SP5e7OV-wmun4liUDiWItnRQMiU52IlhgDULmwOT/s16000/4b0fe19b54e7e1fb9f284fb67ea593a1.jpg" /></a></div></span></div>Elisena Migianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08123456431998035191noreply@blogger.com