tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88993369493397550882024-03-07T04:33:32.903+01:00Alter Egoemozioni condivise attraverso immagini e paroleFioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.comBlogger2067125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-57317679236190930882023-10-21T16:32:00.000+02:002023-10-21T16:32:02.537+02:00haiku<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneh3XKSAPXHx307bkhU8mQqhQHGRkf2uH17IAJdW86MXvrLExCU6RguRCG6PJ85keQuxgGmJ3QQBw-gDoSSrmkW0NlVVbESlcRROYk5rPf5PqGXM8iH1AIUASGZYMc_-XI3x3h8AvVT2djkLRTmB-yKuvjC7iWiG3UFZ3Bef8UC7J-ExaZO2u4kG0RaXG/s900/ciclamino-selvaggio-e-trifoglio-verde-dopo-lo-sciocco-della-pioggia-delle-gocce-selvatici-con-le-di-nel-campo-144885856.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="675" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneh3XKSAPXHx307bkhU8mQqhQHGRkf2uH17IAJdW86MXvrLExCU6RguRCG6PJ85keQuxgGmJ3QQBw-gDoSSrmkW0NlVVbESlcRROYk5rPf5PqGXM8iH1AIUASGZYMc_-XI3x3h8AvVT2djkLRTmB-yKuvjC7iWiG3UFZ3Bef8UC7J-ExaZO2u4kG0RaXG/w190-h253/ciclamino-selvaggio-e-trifoglio-verde-dopo-lo-sciocco-della-pioggia-delle-gocce-selvatici-con-le-di-nel-campo-144885856.webp" width="190" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /><i>pioggia d'ottobre -<br />ticchettìo tedioso<br />sui ciclamini</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>@ Rosemary3 </i></span><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-76221391896525906032023-10-12T08:27:00.002+02:002023-10-12T08:27:58.198+02:00FUOCO SACRO .<p> Fuoco sacro .</p><p><br /></p><p>Avvampa l’anima la palpitante luce</p><p>inquietante l’attesa offusca la mia lirica ,</p><p>tenace s'aggroviglia nei pensieri per una musa </p><p>di pazzia folle la sua brace.</p><p><br /></p><p>E m’ubriaco di sola pioggia</p><p>di te m’inebrio al sole dell’estate ,</p><p>su di un corpo impuro sputo</p><p>le mie ubriache illusioni .</p><p><br /></p><p>Fuoco sacro !</p><p>Simbolo d’una fede di vita vivo :</p><p>in aria acqua e luce la materia della terra </p><p>lì il corpo mio scaldi ove superbo è il mio consiglio.</p><p><br /></p><p>Sacra è la fiamma eterna lume che dimora e splende</p><p>tu ne cogliesti i maturi frutti </p><p>il plasma per venerare gli istinti primordiali,</p><p>le fugaci passioni gemono i nutriti orgasmi .</p><p><br /></p><p>Ne lasciasti scia luminosa ove la terra divenne arida...</p><p>incolta la tua anima si appassirono le rose ,</p><p>bagliore di lampo spense il vortice del fuoco ...</p><p>del nostro amore restò il buio.</p><p><br /></p><p>Giovanni Maffeo - Poetanarratore .</p>poetanarratorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11654110080526947609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-51194616155431833662023-10-07T14:54:00.008+02:002023-10-07T14:55:57.280+02:00OTTOBRE<div style="text-align: center;"> <i><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfiQo3UP78cQw2bj8B-FR6VigIDJVCPpkX6-TUJFSOCK0LXsCV39Qs887t3P_4xQ-qtHSkwGEroQOVf2Jwl6NGuExN6_Vyiu6RAyrjAxNUuIjfb0ZM-yWqiwuGjo36nUxqH3Q0QotzFkJPaKS2Nh_W0i48EITLfj2o_Pi9Ln_bm3PtNQVRalHSaRxsz6U/s259/311695531_10225799862335248_3236471950372755940_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfiQo3UP78cQw2bj8B-FR6VigIDJVCPpkX6-TUJFSOCK0LXsCV39Qs887t3P_4xQ-qtHSkwGEroQOVf2Jwl6NGuExN6_Vyiu6RAyrjAxNUuIjfb0ZM-yWqiwuGjo36nUxqH3Q0QotzFkJPaKS2Nh_W0i48EITLfj2o_Pi9Ln_bm3PtNQVRalHSaRxsz6U/s1600/311695531_10225799862335248_3236471950372755940_n.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Umida di piant O la terra<br /> al lungo sonno dolcement T e s’avvia<br /> e par udirsi un can T o che la natura spegne</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Danzan O le foglie<br /> che B rontolando<br /> ve R so l’annoiato viale<br /> con le dorat E ali bisbigliano nell’incanto</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">@ Rosemary3 <br /></span></i></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-41022499780697676282023-08-18T08:30:00.013+02:002023-08-18T08:30:00.153+02:00Dedicata<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeJ748ySvUOv77Vx4-Rh7_mng5THw8mNYWXfpCnHvbuJwB5Tf9l7EM0A1tYzzAIGbzlHrU6bnw1t7zwfPUHhwQFOj0ajnGL9MNjJceAICMQ9N7qFhWk05rsdal-eHnz5feZXz4WXCwQCXZfHAHkP3beLa9AO5hog6Pe7_N6iw-fDfI7psdoQWNWvS/s259/b%20c%20pap%C3%A0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMeJ748ySvUOv77Vx4-Rh7_mng5THw8mNYWXfpCnHvbuJwB5Tf9l7EM0A1tYzzAIGbzlHrU6bnw1t7zwfPUHhwQFOj0ajnGL9MNjJceAICMQ9N7qFhWk05rsdal-eHnz5feZXz4WXCwQCXZfHAHkP3beLa9AO5hog6Pe7_N6iw-fDfI7psdoQWNWvS/w300-h400/b%20c%20pap%C3%A0.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"> Ci sono date che non si dimenticano....buon compleanno papà....</span><br /></p>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-76553886231718776322023-06-23T15:42:00.008+02:002023-06-23T15:43:06.217+02:00Esplosioni di colori...<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i> </i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXM_ATKPc06R_zRXV2TuUtz0HMAALgt4V-9NDZciqeBzqm-JbxPSJz6LuF1tdSe5JDtArkjf9fMZQr_oJrvRhav80jksJjTE1anBybztS5TQYfKCAu550-M3q7O1RL896qtfsTJf8cdMewawhl4K25JapgFg55lfLSq0mIz7ZhHAAQttYdJxfxlYZlKY3S/s500/2494861649_d3893b9e4d.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="310" data-original-width="500" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXM_ATKPc06R_zRXV2TuUtz0HMAALgt4V-9NDZciqeBzqm-JbxPSJz6LuF1tdSe5JDtArkjf9fMZQr_oJrvRhav80jksJjTE1anBybztS5TQYfKCAu550-M3q7O1RL896qtfsTJf8cdMewawhl4K25JapgFg55lfLSq0mIz7ZhHAAQttYdJxfxlYZlKY3S/w249-h154/2494861649_d3893b9e4d.jpg" width="249" /></a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>In un’esplosione di fiori,</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>spensierata </i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>si tuffa</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>e, componendo </i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>l’indelebile tela</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>in un arcobaleno di colori,</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>mostra silenziosa </i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>i meandri </i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>di un'inerme bellezza...</i></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="font-family: georgia;">@ Rosemary3 </i></span><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-40383446061027486842023-06-06T15:14:00.003+02:002023-06-06T15:14:36.941+02:00COME LA BREZZA .<p> Come la brezza .</p><p><br /></p><p>Sei il vento leggero che ruota in Autunno </p><p>la comune fonte ove l'acqua sorge ...</p><p>il fiore perfetto ove ti sdrai sulla sabbia </p><p>ove il sereno giorno bagna il pianto .</p><p><br /></p><p>Come la brezza voli su alte sfere!</p><p>Dentro la nuvola trovo il tesoro ,</p><p>la marea di gente che chiede sospiri ...</p><p>chiede di te ,quale abito indossi ?</p><p><br /></p><p>Chiede se hai l'amore nel cuore ?</p><p>Se giochi con i baci per vivere la storia...</p><p>per raccoglie sogni e volare lontano </p><p>per planare su nidi di vetri e foreste di fuoco.</p><p><br /></p><p>Come la rugiada bagni rocce e monti !</p><p>Bisbigli parole nel rumoroso contegno ,</p><p>tu la fonte ,il brivido scettro ...</p><p>il drappo dei smaglianti frusci .</p><p><br /></p><p>Ma è l'angelo bianco a soffrire d'amore !</p><p>Egli colora d'azzurro albe e tramonti ,</p><p>in una bolla mi appare fugace ...</p><p>su di te posa la sua rugiada ,</p><p>sul tuo mazzo di rose .</p><p><br /></p><p>Giovanni Maffeo – Poetanarratore .</p>poetanarratorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11654110080526947609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-75819170519030069362023-05-14T17:50:00.012+02:002023-05-14T17:52:15.881+02:00Madre...<div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyukhusANnVzb7vvnUjtIsh7WYGmpeiC7J5YRQm5Vywqep9AOqXPYeC7Vvt--fr0ZXTcRoJUWToLnGtAcdeRwm88KvjlQDVyC3xCbUCxJzAL68RymtnkjOMM-fwP-mJ0tlxtu3U9au9s_xZpEJGPIpdqVlTowz_K1EfxycJzm-DJb57OyMsT96Y81aOg/s225/images765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyukhusANnVzb7vvnUjtIsh7WYGmpeiC7J5YRQm5Vywqep9AOqXPYeC7Vvt--fr0ZXTcRoJUWToLnGtAcdeRwm88KvjlQDVyC3xCbUCxJzAL68RymtnkjOMM-fwP-mJ0tlxtu3U9au9s_xZpEJGPIpdqVlTowz_K1EfxycJzm-DJb57OyMsT96Y81aOg/s1600/images765.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> MADRE</i><br /><br /><i> Linea M enti che al cuore parlano</i><br /><i> e di tenerezz A ammantano</i><br /><i> una D olce immagine che</i><br /><i> che i battiti fe R mano</i><br /><i> tra le lunghe v E sti del tèmpo</i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>@ Rosemary3<br /> </i></span></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-1461049738165576902023-04-17T16:21:00.008+02:002023-04-17T16:22:35.861+02:00Lento consumarsi...<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezFWgff7F72161ZDaVxbGgEP3PSNlxui5Swq9AV7NHl4RLS2dDSC8rKlPMODiMwIP091lKJkabQpN-wCai3wy5tIxaHZ3WKtR_-TNmR0tXqBdgIBL_tqOKcEONPjP7jA82lJQOHDss0BQGr_5NSe6J3bgfpOV7qvYP5uRWOIBfxa2r-1X3aJ3jYCIzw/s1141/pizap.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="905" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezFWgff7F72161ZDaVxbGgEP3PSNlxui5Swq9AV7NHl4RLS2dDSC8rKlPMODiMwIP091lKJkabQpN-wCai3wy5tIxaHZ3WKtR_-TNmR0tXqBdgIBL_tqOKcEONPjP7jA82lJQOHDss0BQGr_5NSe6J3bgfpOV7qvYP5uRWOIBfxa2r-1X3aJ3jYCIzw/w147-h185/pizap.jpg" width="147" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">È lento </span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">il consumarsi</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">del silenzio</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">che l'anima </span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">investe</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">in un grigio andar,</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">violandone </span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">l'attésa...</span></i><br /></div><div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>@ Rosemary3 </i></span><br /></p></div>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-11057611614788983372023-03-27T13:04:00.020+02:002023-03-27T13:08:00.882+02:00Vive il presente...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6DsaIrgrQhkPmjcWn4AjKL_xmkk9NGjTAm4sId7y4Q4PEs7yeQqSBDYV4uxAFuCoP0iVt26R6d3T86k0QnnTtAYTmufhuXOY80IqIekYOrQFI7o8NeBhEm7xgp1WxO5uD1_niYPUh9RV4lHHCv9l-bgKaJ_HFfAuZ9dxwY-BHTwH7PzT1_y_lDaDdw/s750/2a3f9c7dc82a0aac981690f419bb7745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ6DsaIrgrQhkPmjcWn4AjKL_xmkk9NGjTAm4sId7y4Q4PEs7yeQqSBDYV4uxAFuCoP0iVt26R6d3T86k0QnnTtAYTmufhuXOY80IqIekYOrQFI7o8NeBhEm7xgp1WxO5uD1_niYPUh9RV4lHHCv9l-bgKaJ_HFfAuZ9dxwY-BHTwH7PzT1_y_lDaDdw/w189-h284/2a3f9c7dc82a0aac981690f419bb7745.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><br /><i><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Vive il presente<br />tra le rughe del tèmpo,<br />col cielo stipulàndo<br />un accordo di istanti<br />e, cancellando spettri,<br />si insinua<br />in un morbido intreccio <br />che bara come fosse <br />un gioco a carte...</span></i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>@ Rosemary3</i></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-77253627922818377332023-03-25T17:29:00.018+01:002023-03-25T17:31:35.853+01:00Primavera (*)...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlYEzU7I0M6XPKh6CrbiWjFEcRziJrSGOicrDSZIOMDuHAVf0DkPWTvGxPOviJw1CKLIb1iMums3OQY8alRpUxb38-L8TdhHq_HpShl7oVkdc9NZfCjdogDujE6_4VILfguCj-oE7_SRHJRX7BSEp0HlhJp2_zppb81ZGICII3NME1soXA3G13htpuQ/s800/0_83344_c91ae0f_xl.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="800" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOlYEzU7I0M6XPKh6CrbiWjFEcRziJrSGOicrDSZIOMDuHAVf0DkPWTvGxPOviJw1CKLIb1iMums3OQY8alRpUxb38-L8TdhHq_HpShl7oVkdc9NZfCjdogDujE6_4VILfguCj-oE7_SRHJRX7BSEp0HlhJp2_zppb81ZGICII3NME1soXA3G13htpuQ/w194-h189/0_83344_c91ae0f_xl.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i> s P oglia <br /> la te R ra attende<br /> il r I sveglio dal lungo letargo,<br /> un M omento di<br /> l A nguida estasi...<br /> Torneranno a rin V erdire<br /> le chiom E e<br /> si R assereneranno gli animi<br /> colori facendo indoss A re alla natura</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Rosemary3 </i></span></span>©</p><p style="text-align: left;">(*) <i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Acrostico mesostico</span></i><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-42355243875343703182023-02-14T17:23:00.001+01:002023-02-14T17:23:15.321+01:00Love<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqm22PlBzPFsmDGJMTYDQuIaguOLl6shVKbZcNsSfjzwL9u2H4udmaRjmXWu7ZHlMVWmPCqsXsqSi1mroHUgDS8lQF4-F8WKB_N4SblVp_8EIvzyuCMhssy8iyshn43DpmjbVDneSJYh5VsCv1jacOBIQiY7Hh0JNI7ODbfIi1nwfH1CBvsIVxg/s1024/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="747" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqm22PlBzPFsmDGJMTYDQuIaguOLl6shVKbZcNsSfjzwL9u2H4udmaRjmXWu7ZHlMVWmPCqsXsqSi1mroHUgDS8lQF4-F8WKB_N4SblVp_8EIvzyuCMhssy8iyshn43DpmjbVDneSJYh5VsCv1jacOBIQiY7Hh0JNI7ODbfIi1nwfH1CBvsIVxg/s320/love.jpg" width="233" /></a></div>E quando saremo vecchi e mi dirai:<p></p><p>"Come siamo arrivati insieme fino qui?"</p><p>Io ti risponderò:</p><p>"Perchè invece di urlare, parliamo. Invece di scappare, cerchiamo soluzioni.</p><p>Perchè tutto e niente era di noi due, perchè piangiamo e ridiamo insieme.</p><p>Perchè un giorno ci siamo promessi di esserci sempre nel bene e nel male e soprattutto perchè l'amore con il tempo è aumentato sotto forma di un affetto che non muore mai."</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Questa bellissima poesia ed immagine (dal web- Magic House-) fa riflettere, me l'ha inviata una amica che ringrazio tanto, oggi è il mio 20esimo anniversario di matrimonio e queste parole le sento particolarmente mie ed ho quindi voluto condividerle con voi. Buon San Valentino a tutti, ma amatevi sempre!</i></p>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-73840921151751212742023-01-19T17:06:00.009+01:002023-01-19T17:07:56.024+01:00Lo sguardo vaga...<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IcUKA0RkShV4ndBdt5V4sBkWSnuPspAfw2AhglC7dW7tidosygAPKx7Vv6jrPgAo6bDJ_dXd12i28qBArvjHxnmCz_S3uUpc06o4SnfJmh6jlyUML_FJYoNH57G9G2EBQNyMhR-5VOt9WshhPsQWbcWPCe-SLsz2TKQsIkatAdkmcYBW5moNcm9pOA/s526/295359543_5366833100039738_6087598254284513220_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IcUKA0RkShV4ndBdt5V4sBkWSnuPspAfw2AhglC7dW7tidosygAPKx7Vv6jrPgAo6bDJ_dXd12i28qBArvjHxnmCz_S3uUpc06o4SnfJmh6jlyUML_FJYoNH57G9G2EBQNyMhR-5VOt9WshhPsQWbcWPCe-SLsz2TKQsIkatAdkmcYBW5moNcm9pOA/w212-h212/295359543_5366833100039738_6087598254284513220_n.jpg" width="212" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Lo sguardo<br />vaga<br />sulle tranquille onde,<br />pagine di ricordi<br />riaprendo...<br /><br />Rosemary3</i></span></span><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-86328753727367772062023-01-17T16:00:00.000+01:002023-01-17T16:00:00.768+01:00L' inverno<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlE_PI9Tswk2eCda4SOVN5ED5X61Wqk4C-Cre0usaAcp8Jjr4L2Vg3TvtCEOmUCJR2Rt0WO9qpuWzgIuQg1yILQ-aQa3yjH2mvJCV7o65EionaLKqPFEjE0sF8llpghPFK8d380CYSnZaggH2QMv4EgMzt_b5FlPYW3yO2QpYxu-fLXBUt4VdKmg/s311/freddo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="311" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlE_PI9Tswk2eCda4SOVN5ED5X61Wqk4C-Cre0usaAcp8Jjr4L2Vg3TvtCEOmUCJR2Rt0WO9qpuWzgIuQg1yILQ-aQa3yjH2mvJCV7o65EionaLKqPFEjE0sF8llpghPFK8d380CYSnZaggH2QMv4EgMzt_b5FlPYW3yO2QpYxu-fLXBUt4VdKmg/s1600/freddo.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Se il freddo è proprio pungente</p><p style="text-align: center;">e c’è il sole, ma è solo apparente,</p><p style="text-align: center;"> siamo in inverno, non c’è dubbio alcuno, </p><p style="text-align: center;">anche se qualcuno preferirebbe stare a digiuno. </p><p style="text-align: center;">E’ la stagione certamente più rigida e gelata</p><p style="text-align: center;"> e proprio per questo da molti meno amata;</p><p style="text-align: center;">tutti sanno che inizia a dicembre inoltrato</p><p style="text-align: center;"> e finisce quando la primavera fa sentire il suo scoppiettante boato. </p><p style="text-align: center;">In verità a molti piace questa stagione, </p><p style="text-align: center;">per poter stare al caldo sotto il piumone. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Oppure, con addosso un caldo maglione, </p><p style="text-align: center;">giocare con gli amici o guardare la televisione. </p><p style="text-align: center;">In più quando le vie sono tutte coperte di neve fresca</p><p style="text-align: center;"> non c’è niente di meglio che godersi l’atmosfera pazzesca;</p><p style="text-align: center;"> su nuvole soffici come ovatta è bello passeggiare</p><p style="text-align: center;"> e sprofondando ad ogni passo sembrerà di nuotare.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> Anche le montagne sono tutte bianche e innevate,</p><p style="text-align: center;"> sembrano pronte per gioiose sciate;</p><p style="text-align: center;"> ma se non siete sportivi e gli sci non fanno per voi,</p><p style="text-align: center;"> ascoltate il mio consiglio, mi ringrazierete poi. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Durante l’inverno è uno spasso anche stare nelle nostre città</p><p style="text-align: center;"> popolate da visi freddi e nasi arrossati di tutte le età;</p><p style="text-align: center;"> per questo tutte le mamme di ogni parte</p><p style="text-align: center;"> consigliano ai loro bimbi guanti, berretti e anche le sciarpe.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>(Chiara Penzo) </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>foto dal web </i><br /></p>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-60070371634143395692022-12-24T09:53:00.001+01:002022-12-24T09:53:26.507+01:00E' BELLO AVERTI NEI MIEI PENSIERI .<p> È bello averti nei miei pensieri .</p><p><br /></p><p>Ti vedo Dea tra le nuvole grige !</p><p>Ti vedo angelo che lacrima la pioggia ; </p><p>sei la visione che incontra ogni aria ...</p><p>a ogni mio sperar fai ricca la mia attesa . </p><p>È bello averti nei miei pensieri ...</p><p>è bello pensare che ci sei , </p><p>che da lontano fai vivi i giorni miei ; </p><p>ogni istante mi emani energia . </p><p>Ho steso catene d’oro tra le stelle </p><p>per scendere nel tuo profondo , </p><p>per sollevarti nei giorni bui lasciarti la mia solitudine ; </p><p>il plauso migliore del pianto mio . </p><p>Ma non importa : resti e sarai la mia regina !</p><p>Il frutto, che ho colto da un sogno , </p><p>senza averlo assaporato mi sono innamorato</p><p>mi son perso nei meandri della follia .</p><p>Resti principessa nella mia fantasia ! </p><p>L’anima ch’è s’annida tra le lenzuola del peccato , </p><p>sul desco adorni la mia pietanza preferita ; </p><p>col l’irritato nervo raffreddi la mia anima . </p><p>Si ,in questi anni miei è difficile spiegare , </p><p>tanta è stata l’amarezza : </p><p>mi dici che l’amore vero lo devi respirare ; </p><p>con me non puoi , son solo un palliativo . </p><p>Giovanni Maffeo - Poetanarratore .</p>poetanarratorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11654110080526947609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-18940887814017246602022-12-24T00:09:00.003+01:002022-12-24T00:09:56.064+01:00Buon Natale...<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoMdYGBM1wqfII0TlaNsVmHQ_j1etbZszY57tx5pdFIqL2u_ZPO-E2ShjEGFXwrxaxA1sdZEQnpJ86kfRWMb6kclrvnOx35MYaBtQVAsPx-_5eVarhO7l1o2hevsgbB81NUyAY6J_KhvioL6Qxte6GmXzTAarYQ_ZoaVB5WDprxjY1zg-NKwuHw/s1024/buon%20natale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoMdYGBM1wqfII0TlaNsVmHQ_j1etbZszY57tx5pdFIqL2u_ZPO-E2ShjEGFXwrxaxA1sdZEQnpJ86kfRWMb6kclrvnOx35MYaBtQVAsPx-_5eVarhO7l1o2hevsgbB81NUyAY6J_KhvioL6Qxte6GmXzTAarYQ_ZoaVB5WDprxjY1zg-NKwuHw/w400-h225/buon%20natale.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Cari amici del blog, autori o lettori, vi giunga dal profondo del mio cuore questo sincero Augurio.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><i>(Foto mia scattata durante l'ultima nevicata)</i></span><br /></p>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-73165490423987210812022-12-11T15:49:00.012+01:002022-12-11T15:53:12.606+01:00haiku<div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7uqW3zvWtMrAeSkQN28z8kca3AE2bVyjmYU5vQlayxBfKb1FabiBLLKPvobq0d3OHAzQmMJXAv5FPZwNGCFdHl_MQTT5zewK9z2IaYnugIOJBPYNX96WMU-bZCkwomaF-BFYzSLSU0hfnyf6DXQLl8rVdA1Vbt5IvPKWuFiqI0wrJCObVVmXpHbH_Q/s348/275dad95363020928.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="264" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7uqW3zvWtMrAeSkQN28z8kca3AE2bVyjmYU5vQlayxBfKb1FabiBLLKPvobq0d3OHAzQmMJXAv5FPZwNGCFdHl_MQTT5zewK9z2IaYnugIOJBPYNX96WMU-bZCkwomaF-BFYzSLSU0hfnyf6DXQLl8rVdA1Vbt5IvPKWuFiqI0wrJCObVVmXpHbH_Q/w179-h235/275dad95363020928.gif" width="179" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>abete adorno </i></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>aspettando Natale -<br /></i></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>speciali doni</i></span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> Rosemary3 ©</i></span></span></p></div>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-21431903203041537342022-08-20T15:48:00.008+02:002022-08-20T15:51:39.920+02:00Lampióne...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvXvXRyqj_5PrgLK0XdJ_flKQ8dr9VbejtzBikov9JRnYaEF2RgoGf9jkdCmwbw4FY89A_TbCRBx93ThHEde4BgEYpI-gvFdE2wo_1ztXG_GTm7pg-cmZD8G-6Zk5TlX8GPWA4hwwmrh1fMSZ4ajoVGP0EN2MsDMqONQ8DGW2l0Q1QGJk7gSI4_rSgQ/s701/125338524_3403572186431595_3369387880558819026_n.jpg%20chiaramonte.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvXvXRyqj_5PrgLK0XdJ_flKQ8dr9VbejtzBikov9JRnYaEF2RgoGf9jkdCmwbw4FY89A_TbCRBx93ThHEde4BgEYpI-gvFdE2wo_1ztXG_GTm7pg-cmZD8G-6Zk5TlX8GPWA4hwwmrh1fMSZ4ajoVGP0EN2MsDMqONQ8DGW2l0Q1QGJk7gSI4_rSgQ/w170-h227/125338524_3403572186431595_3369387880558819026_n.jpg%20chiaramonte.jpg" width="170" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>LAmpióne,</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br />nella quiete della sera</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br />domini il vicolo.</i></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Ombre disegni</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>sul muro,</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>mentre il cielo intesse</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>la sua prima stelLA...</i></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>@ Rosemary3 </i></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Versi che iniziano e terminamo con la stessa sillaba, LA...</i></span>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-23037478071114157272022-08-01T07:41:00.001+02:002022-08-01T07:41:05.053+02:00MI MANCA LA TUA VITA .<p> Mi manca la tua vita .</p><p><br /></p><p>Nella luce calda del sole scivolo su gocce di miele ,</p><p>sulla sabbia bagnata dal mare raccolgo pezzi di vita ...</p><p>su onde bizzarre le tue lacrime bionde,</p><p>si snudano perle umide per ornare il tuo capo .</p><p>.</p><p>Passano i giorni , gli anni !</p><p>Mi manca la tua vita …</p><p>La mia è in attesa fa le bizze col tempo tiranno ,</p><p>barbaglia tra le sanguigne muse per comporre la melodia eterna .</p><p><br /></p><p>Mi mancano i tuoi sogni le tue ore ...</p><p>le promesse negli inverni li tenevo a guinzaglio nei ricordi ,</p><p>mi sfuggivano e fluttuavano tentavo di afferrarli ;</p><p>con i colori dell’arcobaleno per farne giubilo .</p><p><br /></p><p>Ma poi , tracce di sole s’illuminano ancora su vividi cieli </p><p>librano sulle meraviglie della natura e festeggiano l'estate ,</p><p>tra i rami argentano le foglie come se fossero farfalle ;</p><p>come le tue pietre preziose che hai sul tuo seno fertile .</p><p><br /></p><p>Mi manca la tua vita , donna !</p><p>Mi manca il respiro degli affanni i silenzi superbi ...</p><p>il ticchettio delle lancette che mi segna il tempo tuo ;</p><p>l’attimo di emozione che freme nella carne viva .</p><p><br /></p><p>È l’alba , sulla deserta spiaggia vedo una fanciulla :</p><p>indossa la veste rosa ,residuo bellico della precedente sera ;</p><p>tra le mani ha una rossa rosa ,mi guarda , io la guardo , </p><p>gli sussurro : sei tu ,dunque , l’amore ?</p><p><br /></p><p>Giovanni Maffeo - Poetanarratore .</p>poetanarratorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11654110080526947609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-59610563249507243572022-07-20T06:46:00.000+02:002022-07-20T06:46:36.770+02:00A Robby <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strike style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="1068" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUOEzzQ0xqQF-h8xiqzYFOtw1XuiGQ8k1-y2eA8gGrb2Mn0tx0aOssdhy9mRCxDBPfORG96lABgBLE6nZK_mycnA_eDQzQkfY5-qM2ez_b-GUdE5mw7oCBTVYtDjoQhgP-TevBc7PYpYQWzzIQB8Dwv5hoDiE5-CytuPlFn59EFXajig8pi6LHw/s320/Screenshot_20220719-145045_Google.jpg" width="320" /></strike></div><br /> Robby sei stata una cara amica sia di blog che nella mia vita. <p></p><p>Mi piace immaginare, sperare che hai ritrovato il tuo amato Roberto e la tua dolce adorata Hay Lin. </p><p>Penso con questo post di interpretare il dolore di tutti noi blogger e porgo sentite condoglianze alla tua mamma, a tuo fratello, a tutti i tuoi cari. Un pensiero a Will che adoravi. </p><p>Resterai sempre nei nostri cuori e ricordi. </p><p><br /></p>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-7835467376470084122022-07-06T16:02:00.003+02:002022-07-06T16:02:33.092+02:00Dedica<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRUk-qhFyXwqPD3IMyz9DkSBnmNf-jiwhWQwjCNwRCgZrlY2LhaVgZQPZYNBJnEIiLzAhEL29naPp1oEtDva_Xw8eabK2cE7XE242vU0MWpt5FjWN2lNE5oax-mHCF3--vTGcTKlU3WKiTrLJXp1wdw5_wUQKgPfIWCQmril_lLJutojuiqPKgQ/s640/per%20la%20zia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRUk-qhFyXwqPD3IMyz9DkSBnmNf-jiwhWQwjCNwRCgZrlY2LhaVgZQPZYNBJnEIiLzAhEL29naPp1oEtDva_Xw8eabK2cE7XE242vU0MWpt5FjWN2lNE5oax-mHCF3--vTGcTKlU3WKiTrLJXp1wdw5_wUQKgPfIWCQmril_lLJutojuiqPKgQ/w400-h300/per%20la%20zia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-45530403076840651062022-06-29T14:48:00.005+02:002022-06-29T14:49:25.096+02:00Haiku<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5hgRKgxFkC3vxn5AOustdy88LjdbsXUa1DUZsufMSaEhLqqcTuooi1dC189d2r4AOXq3DOZgT87HA5aENHAWx0grB4s7361N6quW7uGcfg86R3uWxmY5MAbp-_kftks8mROn1EFumYxLPzTWdy5Y19CcKCpi7r9sVeZfK9iECBJbKhXAzcgN8VsPzw/s1228/pizap(15).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="1228" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5hgRKgxFkC3vxn5AOustdy88LjdbsXUa1DUZsufMSaEhLqqcTuooi1dC189d2r4AOXq3DOZgT87HA5aENHAWx0grB4s7361N6quW7uGcfg86R3uWxmY5MAbp-_kftks8mROn1EFumYxLPzTWdy5Y19CcKCpi7r9sVeZfK9iECBJbKhXAzcgN8VsPzw/w244-h162/pizap(15).jpg" width="244" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i> spento tramonto <br />con voli di gabbiani -<br />è rubro il mare</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>@ Rosemary3 </i></span><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-62640076992383352942022-06-08T15:43:00.005+02:002022-06-08T15:43:53.134+02:00Haiku<p style="text-align: center;"><i> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkl0nUdhH0O9iAKjmN7LqEw35PPoN4Powoj9fy9EbJ5B3OdSL1E63-NaMpfI7m-GxqL-eDYeRIItCg4bosKELamRqOnqX1H-_Mri1BwBa5Lj0clVemTWGOgZlvtq9nUFOk1lvL3gueXJW199FxM_3D0_y3L2Acf6ASuKoWJF9MG-Gk0iTOQuLEJZ98g/s2187/stara6.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2187" data-original-width="1900" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkl0nUdhH0O9iAKjmN7LqEw35PPoN4Powoj9fy9EbJ5B3OdSL1E63-NaMpfI7m-GxqL-eDYeRIItCg4bosKELamRqOnqX1H-_Mri1BwBa5Lj0clVemTWGOgZlvtq9nUFOk1lvL3gueXJW199FxM_3D0_y3L2Acf6ASuKoWJF9MG-Gk0iTOQuLEJZ98g/w168-h193/stara6.jpg" width="168" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> lo stormo in volo - <br />nel mattino d'estate<br />con cielo terso</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>@ Rosemary3 </i></span></span><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-40019370229757562172022-05-29T13:34:00.005+02:002022-05-29T13:34:50.167+02:00Rose : citazioni famose<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYOq4h7-KskWeGU-3gfBoxcYS38M1rY94Lv3E0ranTKEmsWj7VDDKZsgimgpugbDlOfMIbZiwI8bd4AXMUFo2Zhb9ZWOqjyum8fjoaubX_ruxG71ZXoyhGPsnLfIgD9Qk6MyOcKHt07_mjbjBFloQPrd_pw2mc24h3h9GRaLFgZN4REf54dnOIw/s1440/rose%20maggio%2022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYOq4h7-KskWeGU-3gfBoxcYS38M1rY94Lv3E0ranTKEmsWj7VDDKZsgimgpugbDlOfMIbZiwI8bd4AXMUFo2Zhb9ZWOqjyum8fjoaubX_ruxG71ZXoyhGPsnLfIgD9Qk6MyOcKHt07_mjbjBFloQPrd_pw2mc24h3h9GRaLFgZN4REf54dnOIw/s320/rose%20maggio%2022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red;">L’ottimista vede la rosa e non le spine; il pessimista si fissa sulle spine, dimentico della rosa.
<i>(Khalil Gibran)</i></span><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Possiamo lamentarci perché i roseti hanno le spine o rallegrarci perché i cespugli spinosi hanno le rose. Dipende dai punti di vista.<i>
(Abraham Lincoln)</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #e06666;">È una follia odiare tutte le rose perché una spina ti ha punto, abbandonare tutti i sogni perché uno di loro non si è realizzato, rinunciare a tutti i tentativi perché uno è fallito.
<i>(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #38761d;">Non amo che le rose
che non colsi. Non amo che le cose
che potevano essere e non sono state.<i>
(Guido Gozzano)</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Ma chi non osa afferrare la spina non dovrebbe mai desiderare la rosa.
<i>(Anne Brontë)</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><i>(foto mia)</i></span></div>Fioredicollinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10502665297174760196noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899336949339755088.post-1664267031255614002022-05-12T16:57:00.007+02:002022-05-12T17:00:51.447+02:00Primavera...<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC6MwMYkwty3jNmOYNInwrf7b6fQwAc847CuygF6d0jpz_PNRR76iAZSoUtbu82Z4qQvie9fNU7vZtHw-mkc4-lLLdfsUb7saHEIFT1tSurWcXXHanSOBhfsksiACC6fXEcHh8wBL6aMC4ZJOF3O_KhgVN8qP1JXMWgeMUekNbrWjtgMCxGoWwv5JYg/s836/552104_10200992038989645_235706989_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="761" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC6MwMYkwty3jNmOYNInwrf7b6fQwAc847CuygF6d0jpz_PNRR76iAZSoUtbu82Z4qQvie9fNU7vZtHw-mkc4-lLLdfsUb7saHEIFT1tSurWcXXHanSOBhfsksiACC6fXEcHh8wBL6aMC4ZJOF3O_KhgVN8qP1JXMWgeMUekNbrWjtgMCxGoWwv5JYg/w195-h215/552104_10200992038989645_235706989_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></i></div><i><br /> </i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Primavera,<br />con i leggiadri manti<br />vividi preludi <br />accarezzi,<br />eterei arabeschi<br />cesellando...</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>@ Rosemary3 </i></span><br /></p>Rosemary3http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091025975177310663noreply@blogger.com3