<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:20:18.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole del mio sentire</title><subtitle type='html'>Queste possono sembrare poesie, in verità sono solo un particolare e ben definito moto dell'anima, sensazioni pure, autentiche ed incontaminate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339145523709962471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;sfiorato&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha educato &lt;br /&gt;la tenerezza &lt;br /&gt;del suo sguardo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339145523709962471-6673237220321049185?l=paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/feeds/6673237220321049185/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/2011/09/babbo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339145523709962471/posts/default/6673237220321049185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339145523709962471/posts/default/6673237220321049185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/2011/09/babbo.html' title='Babbo'/><author><name>Orizzonte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612385297979172388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-831501042531325093</id><published>2010-07-16T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:44:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'educazione</title><content type='html'>Qualcosa di piccolo &lt;br /&gt;fiorisce,&lt;br /&gt;qualcosa di tenero &lt;br /&gt;si schiude.&lt;br /&gt;Un sentire piccolo&lt;br /&gt;appare.&lt;br /&gt;Non lo soffocherò,&lt;br /&gt;a lui mi affiancherò&lt;br /&gt;e lo proteggerò.&lt;br /&gt;Cammineremo insieme&lt;br /&gt;per trovar&lt;br /&gt;la direzione,&lt;br /&gt;mentre con fiducia&lt;br /&gt;la sua mano&lt;br /&gt;stringe la mia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='L&apos;educazione'/><author><name>Orizzonte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612385297979172388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-7466693754563457331</id><published>2009-03-11T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:40:39.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginestraia</title><content type='html'>Tamerici piegate,&lt;br /&gt;ginestre sfiorite,&lt;br /&gt;venti inaspettati&lt;br /&gt;mescolano &lt;br /&gt;profumi e salmastro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come arbusto selvatico&lt;br /&gt;immobile&lt;br /&gt;respiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339145523709962471-7466693754563457331?l=paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-3395514897004594071</id><published>2009-03-08T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:26:13.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grazie</title><content type='html'>Potevi volgere &lt;br /&gt;lo sguardo altrove,&lt;br /&gt;ho incontrato&lt;br /&gt;invece&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi occhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potevi andare&lt;br /&gt;oltre&lt;br /&gt;senza soffermarti,&lt;br /&gt;ti ho visto &lt;br /&gt;invece&lt;br /&gt;rallentare il passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La voce che chiedeva aiuto&lt;br /&gt;era sommessa,&lt;br /&gt;ma ne hai ascoltato&lt;br /&gt;anche il sussurro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339145523709962471-3395514897004594071?l=paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-76941277482673936</id><published>2009-03-08T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:13:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>Mi sorprendo&lt;br /&gt;a scoprirti diverso&lt;br /&gt;conoscendo&lt;br /&gt;ogni gesto di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti ritrovo &lt;br /&gt;in terra straniera&lt;br /&gt;con sconosciuti usi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riprendo la mia anima&lt;br /&gt;sparsa su terreni altrui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339145523709962471-76941277482673936?l=paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/feeds/76941277482673936/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-4411552857869327069</id><published>2009-03-08T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:03:01.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicato ad Alessandra Ciampi</title><content type='html'>In una notte buia&lt;br /&gt;piena di nuvole&lt;br /&gt;e senza speranza,&lt;br /&gt;una piccola cometa&lt;br /&gt;brillante e chiara&lt;br /&gt;apparve nel cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sua luce&lt;br /&gt;rischiarò la notte&lt;br /&gt;ed indicò la direzione.&lt;br /&gt;Ci accompagnò per un tratto di strada&lt;br /&gt;dissolvendo il buio &lt;br /&gt;e donandoci coraggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparì in un giorno d'estate&lt;br /&gt;come era apparsa&lt;br /&gt;lasciandoci in eredità&lt;br /&gt;la luce della conoscienza&lt;br /&gt;per proseguire &lt;br /&gt;ognuno la propria strada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La piccola cometa&lt;br /&gt;è custodita con cura &lt;br /&gt;nel mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;per sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339145523709962471-4411552857869327069?l=paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/feeds/4411552857869327069/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedicato-ad-alessandra-ciampi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339145523709962471/posts/default/4411552857869327069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1339145523709962471/posts/default/4411552857869327069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedicato-ad-alessandra-ciampi.html' title='Dedicato ad Alessandra Ciampi'/><author><name>Orizzonte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612385297979172388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-4742971642838186299</id><published>2009-03-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:50:29.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mio padre</title><content type='html'>Mi scopro&lt;br /&gt;a ricercarti &lt;br /&gt;nei ricordi altrui.&lt;br /&gt;Struggente &lt;br /&gt;è il rieccheggiar. &lt;br /&gt;E mi commuovo ancora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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padre'/><author><name>Orizzonte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612385297979172388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339145523709962471.post-7187060014421216115</id><published>2009-03-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:38:22.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mio padre</title><content type='html'>Non c'era bisogno&lt;br /&gt;di parole.&lt;br /&gt;Bastava una carezza&lt;br /&gt;leggera.&lt;br /&gt;Bastava un bacio&lt;br /&gt;sfiorato.&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha educato &lt;br /&gt;la tenerezza del suo sguardo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1339145523709962471-7187060014421216115?l=paroledelmiosentire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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