tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86635383216355967472011-11-27T15:34:10.909-08:00Frammenti poetici impazziti, all'apparenza. Una ricerca tra verbo e linea ipergeometrica.Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663538321635596747.post-38422600493530794922009-04-16T09:13:00.000-07:002009-04-17T01:52:09.342-07:00Appariva spoglio<br />quel lento<br />e malinconico<br />sussulto.<br /><br />Perchè Tu<br />non governavi<br />appieno l'impulso,<br />e si sbandava.<br /><br />Ora ridestati<br />fino al divenire<br />mutiamo ogni giorno,<br />nella Tua appartenenza.<br /><br />(c) Mr.B '09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663538321635596747-3842260049353079492?l=lab2099.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663538321635596747.post-17148314334419662102009-04-14T06:31:00.000-07:002009-04-14T06:40:46.878-07:00Il tuo volto vibra<br />d'intenso stupore,<br />mi ascolti e comprendi:<br />è la lontananza<br />che separandoci<br />ci ha ritrovati.<br /><br />(c) Mr.B. '09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663538321635596747-1714831433441966210?l=lab2099.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663538321635596747.post-61304866086777589132009-04-10T06:19:00.000-07:002009-04-10T06:29:34.179-07:00E' dei risvegli<br />lo stupore più prossimo,<br />l'incontro che, galleggiando<br />abbraccia la tua deriva.<br /><br />(c) Mr.B. '09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663538321635596747-6130486608677758913?l=lab2099.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663538321635596747.post-14716985118828349502009-04-08T07:01:00.000-07:002009-04-08T07:16:04.073-07:00Presenze luminose<br />rimbalzano nell'aria,<br />corpi in libertà.<br /><br />(c) Mr.B. 09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663538321635596747-1471698511882834950?l=lab2099.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663538321635596747.post-35714438103806908352009-04-02T07:27:00.000-07:002009-04-02T07:33:56.552-07:00Vivo il divenire,<br />l'esperienza nuova,<br />il sapore donato.<br /><br />(c) Mr.B. '09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663538321635596747-3571443810380690835?l=lab2099.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8663538321635596747.post-29442905700907382502009-01-24T02:35:00.000-08:002009-01-24T02:38:53.836-08:00Il porto bollente<br />punge le tue brame:<br />ti appresti al viaggio.<br /><br />(c) Mr.B. '09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8663538321635596747-2944290570090738250?l=lab2099.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr Barshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03027883937641806118noreply@blogger.com0