tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930951813871777392024-03-13T13:55:11.193-07:00Poesia ChiaraLe mie poesiePoeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-13580002341212576502024-02-27T08:39:00.000-08:002024-02-27T08:39:23.349-08:00Giornate un pò così<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDMvTxgt_hRs-8nJQKMnwHqfE5MyOq0W8rriuoGwO1s9iH1xIr6ERzWqPXkiEfY7kIVs9iBSXs_n3Y1WYKHgJBtxEJCxGR5TCSozrL3mwlR-zHu_PRZ5sIKzgZAHIzXYcDWtP8TPcv-kp-U1ISiX4kM1XsOqO7BwbndvvoLzCYpQWgHH70jfChRQf0jM/s4032/20240225_171621.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDMvTxgt_hRs-8nJQKMnwHqfE5MyOq0W8rriuoGwO1s9iH1xIr6ERzWqPXkiEfY7kIVs9iBSXs_n3Y1WYKHgJBtxEJCxGR5TCSozrL3mwlR-zHu_PRZ5sIKzgZAHIzXYcDWtP8TPcv-kp-U1ISiX4kM1XsOqO7BwbndvvoLzCYpQWgHH70jfChRQf0jM/s320/20240225_171621.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Foto personale.<p></p><p>Immergersi nel silenzio</p><p>di un tramonto emoziona</p><p>lasciandosi dietro il grigio.</p><p>Non è necessario che sia tutto perfetto</p><p>l'autenticità della natura </p><p>rischiara e rende bello</p><p>trasformando tutto in armonia.</p><p>Chiara</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-18401590051685703302024-02-06T01:06:00.000-08:002024-02-06T01:06:04.829-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8Dlf0DjPDlN8ogxngs-Pr8vsAt9jmVD8KVbBE9qij3yA83Cs4PLc8JwmYnI0M3z8NoknP7UwA3aMu6KY9VoQResqrICNGE-a_Wzttw7x-IbilDjxGmeIei3s-8jA_XchQ7diDr3FKMoadAANDedxh1SoNkW2L8mDjC3N7nyJJPxhM3ujimGikyhQqGs/s1600/IMG-20190122-WA0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8Dlf0DjPDlN8ogxngs-Pr8vsAt9jmVD8KVbBE9qij3yA83Cs4PLc8JwmYnI0M3z8NoknP7UwA3aMu6KY9VoQResqrICNGE-a_Wzttw7x-IbilDjxGmeIei3s-8jA_XchQ7diDr3FKMoadAANDedxh1SoNkW2L8mDjC3N7nyJJPxhM3ujimGikyhQqGs/s320/IMG-20190122-WA0004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Foto personale.<p></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">La voce che grida</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">svuota il pieno di sé</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">nell' incavo dei silenzi</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">scuote le viscere dell' ego</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">poi martellante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">s'impone al debole coraggio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">e l'urlo avvizzisce l'animo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">di chi s'impone come la notte</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">al giorno che cheta l'ardire.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">È luna chi vince all'urlo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">nel ventre rinasce ed è </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">oramai sole nel cielo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">la vita.</span><br />
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara </span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_240206_100511_659.sdocx--></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-940260426998625562024-01-04T00:51:00.000-08:002024-01-04T00:53:41.170-08:00La strada di casa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKZwbscplOIyZPFUw_LnYgE4uu4Ow5MKe01f246j1NnX9ptRFL4aTyDI9SbUPWGOGih0YSJWzr-4LG4cWtGEU5yT2nhz13GTntGmc_4dxncNL7evxg4aSlMeZO_V9-xYpaOISvtIA9H2FHakkj7TLvwMBJY8F346XN3AvDpNqM7xeHthOUIlbRYvTphk/s5312/20210128_173853.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKZwbscplOIyZPFUw_LnYgE4uu4Ow5MKe01f246j1NnX9ptRFL4aTyDI9SbUPWGOGih0YSJWzr-4LG4cWtGEU5yT2nhz13GTntGmc_4dxncNL7evxg4aSlMeZO_V9-xYpaOISvtIA9H2FHakkj7TLvwMBJY8F346XN3AvDpNqM7xeHthOUIlbRYvTphk/s320/20210128_173853.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /> Foto personale.<p></p><p><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Inclusione</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">e c'è l'essenziale qui</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">apri la finestra</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">e la strada ti avvolge</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">un cammino faticoso</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">gioioso favoloso</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">incerto, se segui la via</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">ė giusto che sia.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_240104_094657_204.sdocx--><br /><br /><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_240104_094657_204.sdocx--></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-88198753302562372992023-12-26T02:12:00.000-08:002023-12-26T02:12:13.947-08:00Manca la neve<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjNfp_ysyPwXpvRQC_5oID07wzsSgZ-aXuNRbUuN0SNjITIWLvgkUHvMlo_fpKgQ5qSH_NQecwTEn1rxyvxz8mSoYSCAGBPXXg5BG9NuN9zcJ8LPiEU69x9pngfyZj2x4MisusU0b5ZnBSzDqZ1uqUQk-IHS2YaU8UVPmYHlqDW-3EFL1Hrjn13NQ8nc/s4032/20231226_095104.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjNfp_ysyPwXpvRQC_5oID07wzsSgZ-aXuNRbUuN0SNjITIWLvgkUHvMlo_fpKgQ5qSH_NQecwTEn1rxyvxz8mSoYSCAGBPXXg5BG9NuN9zcJ8LPiEU69x9pngfyZj2x4MisusU0b5ZnBSzDqZ1uqUQk-IHS2YaU8UVPmYHlqDW-3EFL1Hrjn13NQ8nc/s320/20231226_095104.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Foto personale.<p></p><p><br />Nel cuore scende il calore</p><p>abbracci e dolcezza</p><p>sono il focolare.</p><p>Splende il sole dentro l'amore</p><p>un dono speciale essere vicini </p><p>condividere gioie e dolori.</p><p>Manca la neve.</p><p>Insieme naso all'insù</p><p>son tanto belle le stelle</p><p>quell'intreccio che accoglie </p><p>nel cielo di ognuno </p><p>speranza e felicità</p><p>auguro a tutti tanta serenità.</p><p>Chiara</p><p><br /></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-81219298012374402892023-11-30T11:36:00.000-08:002023-11-30T11:36:34.277-08:00Nevica<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX63zGwJOXulOzPoeomhSZqIv3q809u60mZJVPZxLdUfPKzpcj55FKyZSqulwBfXZxL03UWvemvuqwKJujKa-p2OzzUFYayjzi3O8gynv6V0Ykfw29LAibYiqnyb7hsPCs4xIkx_s_wDopv_-QNvNus0iQFUTQAuveVbWn25EtTq8RxvmNwwQlVtNWzs/s1600/IMG-20231130-WA0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX63zGwJOXulOzPoeomhSZqIv3q809u60mZJVPZxLdUfPKzpcj55FKyZSqulwBfXZxL03UWvemvuqwKJujKa-p2OzzUFYayjzi3O8gynv6V0Ykfw29LAibYiqnyb7hsPCs4xIkx_s_wDopv_-QNvNus0iQFUTQAuveVbWn25EtTq8RxvmNwwQlVtNWzs/s320/IMG-20231130-WA0016.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Foto personale.</p><p><br /></p><p>Io non so immaginare</p><p><br /></p><p>il dolore del freddo</p><p><br /></p><p>nell’incavo del tempo.</p><p><br /></p><p>Nel silenzio bianco</p><p><br /></p><p>muto il viaggiare</p><p><br /></p><p>tra l’ordire di fili,</p><p><br /></p><p>un intreccio di sentimenti.</p><p><br /></p><p>Si cerca l’ovattato amore</p><p><br /></p><p>libero e resiliente</p><p><br /></p><p>nella coltre del cuore.</p><p><br /></p><p>Qui nell’immenso</p><p><br /></p><p>c’è il calore che imperterrito</p><p><br /></p><p>lascia bianchi cristalli di luce</p><p><br /></p><p>per non impazzire.</p><p><br /></p><p>Chiara</p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-8260390730655926522023-11-08T03:14:00.003-08:002023-11-08T03:14:43.952-08:00Ad un amico, Franco<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboPmO95layGB0o-63YtgKSibMT5ngcWmNY20-T7TYLWBwSPwmNaNGEvj0Pr2dJf_KbLdNSFqEGgBVQpuqrX0EbibS9ShgvfZ3PVlOOCTxi-rH6_rRVjdJbXpgzg2pFW0Aea_KM4hXKE6va4_tgKeAbm-SYx04PnoIyGGpwfiyxqv59EiI_HakjS9zKc0/s5312/20200613_112125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjboPmO95layGB0o-63YtgKSibMT5ngcWmNY20-T7TYLWBwSPwmNaNGEvj0Pr2dJf_KbLdNSFqEGgBVQpuqrX0EbibS9ShgvfZ3PVlOOCTxi-rH6_rRVjdJbXpgzg2pFW0Aea_KM4hXKE6va4_tgKeAbm-SYx04PnoIyGGpwfiyxqv59EiI_HakjS9zKc0/s320/20200613_112125.jpg" width="180" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Foto personale.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Ad un amico, Franco. ❤️</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Come è difficile lasciarti andare</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">un albero dalle radici forti;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">quell'abbraccio sicuro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">dal sostegno per ogni intemperie.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Hai cresciuto i tuoi virgulti</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">con l'amore, quell'elisir di felicità, gioia e speranza</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">che durerà per l'eternità nei cuori</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">che tu hai amato e di chi ti ha amato.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ti mando il mio abbraccio ❤️</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_231108_121325_775.sdocx--></p><p><br /></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-16984646768198421452023-10-22T01:24:00.000-07:002023-10-22T01:24:28.355-07:00A mio padre<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-1T7pv1LPtdZ21-WYvydjoMiXGa9WJ-Fi6Pyb-BYd4tgHgUdeLpwBDeORf2f1WZnMymE9GyhyphenhyphenXOXh24r9Qdylo95KJjfT0re7gctZ2c9PolxTZoo7YI0CTqcqCnjF-aRp6_LiokLXxV_xmVA57vefUCD-dzs3WjpXZz5BqlgMnYuwhz-gu6xN7XC8Qc/s1600/IMG-20181229-WA0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="1600" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-1T7pv1LPtdZ21-WYvydjoMiXGa9WJ-Fi6Pyb-BYd4tgHgUdeLpwBDeORf2f1WZnMymE9GyhyphenhyphenXOXh24r9Qdylo95KJjfT0re7gctZ2c9PolxTZoo7YI0CTqcqCnjF-aRp6_LiokLXxV_xmVA57vefUCD-dzs3WjpXZz5BqlgMnYuwhz-gu6xN7XC8Qc/s320/IMG-20181229-WA0003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Foto personale.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Ti cerco tra le spighe di grano</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">tra i rovi a spigolare le parole</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">che non mi hai detto.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Nel fiume silenzioso dietro casa </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">ho trovato il tuo volto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">un attimo prima che sparisse</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">nel vortice della cascata.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ho creduto di tenerti per mano</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">solo sfiorando</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">i contorni di una fotografia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">nel muto tuo sorriso.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ho la certezza e mi basta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">questo venirmi a trovare</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">di saperti nell' aria che respiro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">di specchiarmi tra le lacrime</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">versate prima ancora che l' alba</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">avvolgesse il tuo silenzio.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_231022_102107_764.sdocx--><br /> </p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-6942660339965410862023-09-06T00:26:00.000-07:002023-09-06T00:26:08.595-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOy3qiOcHqsnrAuJCW_M2kwlvGurAeHz0oQzX3YUe1PeyPd3KfExBQBJzA7x1H7Q353DKle2K7mE2h4b5bL3J9UmTt6EHxV0znNA2j23vrkUMCZWcKqXDZy-cxABm276QdxRivNMyfr3zYOZZPpTmKm7cWcmhKPGuuGEUKchce6yIFQcEAh6Bn6agwds/s5312/20200822_135030.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOy3qiOcHqsnrAuJCW_M2kwlvGurAeHz0oQzX3YUe1PeyPd3KfExBQBJzA7x1H7Q353DKle2K7mE2h4b5bL3J9UmTt6EHxV0znNA2j23vrkUMCZWcKqXDZy-cxABm276QdxRivNMyfr3zYOZZPpTmKm7cWcmhKPGuuGEUKchce6yIFQcEAh6Bn6agwds/s320/20200822_135030.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>Foto personale.<div><br /></div><div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">In questo angolo di sogno</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">nel fresco abbraccio verde</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">si sente il fruscio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">di mille pensieri, adagiarsi</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">al tempo ordinario.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">contemplando quel frastuono muto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">che sa ascoltare l'andare del tempo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Qui, in questo specchio azzurro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">c'è la mia pazienza</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">avvolta ai rami più forti</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">resiliente come il sole e la luna</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">la notte e il giorno.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Un concerto di musica folle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">da custodire ai posteri,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">giorni lontani di bruma ammantata.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230906_092442_696.sdocx--></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-15336863036309843512022-11-28T06:46:00.000-08:002022-11-28T06:46:09.029-08:00Quando le gocce non sono solo malinconia ma ricordi<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAF9zAKQn9_Tv7ordymue0EJVeYhnYbOlN61KajMWBstob3_q4JwklBWE_Pw31WuxDAJOStqvNYRy3SAaOO8TXRNi4x7PRElYIU9Ld7iKAZ13IoLgLNvhn-kvXOG14pMxyrEDwpNVKUJj_sLVEM9dYUxMn5luYnbs27RKEvatpY-Wccg_SpAV8RCsw/s2749/20221122_145436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2749" data-original-width="2062" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAF9zAKQn9_Tv7ordymue0EJVeYhnYbOlN61KajMWBstob3_q4JwklBWE_Pw31WuxDAJOStqvNYRy3SAaOO8TXRNi4x7PRElYIU9Ld7iKAZ13IoLgLNvhn-kvXOG14pMxyrEDwpNVKUJj_sLVEM9dYUxMn5luYnbs27RKEvatpY-Wccg_SpAV8RCsw/s320/20221122_145436.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Foto personale.</span></p><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Grigio a bagliore</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">il bianco silenzio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">saluta con dolcezza</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">il vociare del giorno</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">a goccia a goccia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">dentro il fiato appeso</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">che attende il cadere</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">volteggiante dei sogni</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">come la prima neve</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">dei ricordi, qui nel cuore.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Autunno presente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">non ancora vissuto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">perché sai di cielo estivo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_221128_154142_757.sdocx-->Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-34956836682041558792022-05-24T05:10:00.001-07:002022-05-24T05:10:56.476-07:00Il silenzio non è mai solo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTD1jwCfUCGEImE_0T_JzWgQ79Pn2VIWHglNOYZaZ0vem4YGrDnVnt3uLmgRVFzbvT_77iV94s324Mo4i2eSwKcI1Epp_4C8wkK1W0jwWGCN29O2gbMN1Evsw-HZrkTsgQLuzut31VHiNcdTRKa1IyWjUlYNyb3LtVeBYveaAO_XcTkUcPuuEbB0rH/s5312/20200722_185615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTD1jwCfUCGEImE_0T_JzWgQ79Pn2VIWHglNOYZaZ0vem4YGrDnVnt3uLmgRVFzbvT_77iV94s324Mo4i2eSwKcI1Epp_4C8wkK1W0jwWGCN29O2gbMN1Evsw-HZrkTsgQLuzut31VHiNcdTRKa1IyWjUlYNyb3LtVeBYveaAO_XcTkUcPuuEbB0rH/s320/20200722_185615.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Questo silenzio d'azzurro </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">che canta al muto ascolto del vento </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">accarezzando l'impalpabile armonia,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">nulla è così colmo di un attimo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Il calice di note attende</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">il bisbiglio dell'ape a donare preziosi abbracciando il sentire</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">di ogni vita che ascolta.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220524_140525_402.sdocx-->Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-73409869750984587612022-02-14T03:27:00.000-08:002022-02-14T03:27:06.751-08:00La donna, il sole.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheVG4l5ZMrwejAAwLqRMP5P3c4JkNB-wR4L8HMNFIB98ahmqgGeXW5W0Qz6sRCZ7tLUEMVsC5eN7F3i6jSDr2KizgKCeiY1qDhPDrDHcFNU7eLw8JFHK1xuhpwVhbtjkU4XuQHSv-y0kYnQOHwd521PmpR4zIzRZFFDTW-Wa-FttTR91i5cCdkAi4Q=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheVG4l5ZMrwejAAwLqRMP5P3c4JkNB-wR4L8HMNFIB98ahmqgGeXW5W0Qz6sRCZ7tLUEMVsC5eN7F3i6jSDr2KizgKCeiY1qDhPDrDHcFNU7eLw8JFHK1xuhpwVhbtjkU4XuQHSv-y0kYnQOHwd521PmpR4zIzRZFFDTW-Wa-FttTR91i5cCdkAi4Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div>Radicato nel silenzio</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">questo sole che scalda</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">arricciando il sorriso</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">di labbra sincere</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">accompagna la vita.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Urla la donna</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">che sa di forza</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">abbarbicata nei raggi</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">scegliendo la luce</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">universo che illumina</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">dove l’accettazione lotta</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">lungo lacrime, sfiorandone il cuore.</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_220214_122148_711.sdocx-->Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-2722033749474469942021-12-30T12:03:00.001-08:002021-12-30T12:05:51.591-08:00Quando arriverà...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg-daQSCi-TtBrqG4wAPHdt3oVOQ-vcfGo7gYxx4TVMI5567JGoNuauYinFWBcSFVxlhv2F-UCoC1er1aUEiFoCOAruExEZkovYCY8rjFF8mEIiSQQm3o83YF0Bo4gxx3DsizRoTKoegxEFwfGb7-kP0k4KVA3-o0krPUxo_ervlAHogmSvsaDbQ3e=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg-daQSCi-TtBrqG4wAPHdt3oVOQ-vcfGo7gYxx4TVMI5567JGoNuauYinFWBcSFVxlhv2F-UCoC1er1aUEiFoCOAruExEZkovYCY8rjFF8mEIiSQQm3o83YF0Bo4gxx3DsizRoTKoegxEFwfGb7-kP0k4KVA3-o0krPUxo_ervlAHogmSvsaDbQ3e=s320" width="160" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Sarà diverso</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">nuovi cieli e nuove strade</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">nulla di ieri</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">parole abbeverate</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">nella grolla del mattino</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">acque limpide</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">sogni vivi e vegeti</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">dentro fiabe mai finite.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Sarà stupefacente</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">saper raccogliere</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">l'abbecedario</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">leggerlo e capirne il senso</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">il senso verso il nuovo</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">dove tutto è chiaro</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">nessun sotterfugio</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">nessuna bugia</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">nulla che possa allontanare</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">solo accogliere</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">chi è diverso ha</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">negli occhi l'altro</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">e la strada per ricominciare</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">e quando arriverà</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">non saranno botti a illuminare</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">ma la gioia di cambiare.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Buon anno 2022 a tutti.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara </span><br /></p><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-39498591259440788912021-12-09T06:40:00.000-08:002021-12-09T06:40:17.042-08:00<p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgh12O53HMROTg1hyFFMLm4VZNh-m29k9fqyCjcZuu9noraWHJHsJtqfVaOVadD6kEozD3R90g848s9n6PjL_ED-f0AA829egCNWngbybyDqovP-tEtO6dXh4GkJsAX8T7zMn6QWIDMmzkPVzDK43raovQORMO9ama0K2jMQBp5V4wNVdF03lJ3xrdG=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgh12O53HMROTg1hyFFMLm4VZNh-m29k9fqyCjcZuu9noraWHJHsJtqfVaOVadD6kEozD3R90g848s9n6PjL_ED-f0AA829egCNWngbybyDqovP-tEtO6dXh4GkJsAX8T7zMn6QWIDMmzkPVzDK43raovQORMO9ama0K2jMQBp5V4wNVdF03lJ3xrdG=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Foto personale.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">Leggera danzi tra i sogni</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">piccoli fiori di seta</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 16px;">che vibrano attraverso il silenzio</span></p>
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><div>oltre la mente complessa</div></span>
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div>di questa bruma che avanza</span><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div>
<span style="font-size: 16px;">sbarrando la fantasia</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div>
<span style="font-size: 16px;">al più nobile dei desideri<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>l'incedere sbarazzino</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;">della notte regina del tempo.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;">Chiara</span></div><div><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_211209_152527_217.sdocx--></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-3334013787945852422021-02-24T22:11:00.003-08:002021-02-24T22:14:45.913-08:00L'immensità di una goccia<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIvi63Z0gjI3F1xtDEwVQ1Z6quLIcFhWIw3l_HFNe120d_G7x69n4kUMmij8ZnwRKHcsJhh3Pa4SIMSLnAXjXb9K2iRV1SbRkdlxlILoJSQs8yaCoRMEM68DCnm8dBHKxbUBYbXpBCjw/s5312/20201020_162020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIvi63Z0gjI3F1xtDEwVQ1Z6quLIcFhWIw3l_HFNe120d_G7x69n4kUMmij8ZnwRKHcsJhh3Pa4SIMSLnAXjXb9K2iRV1SbRkdlxlILoJSQs8yaCoRMEM68DCnm8dBHKxbUBYbXpBCjw/w178-h316/20201020_162020.jpg" width="178" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">foto personale</div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;">In uno scrigno segreto</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;">nel profondo blu</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 17px;">è preziosa l'anima</span></p><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">pura e brillante</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">dal cuore madreperla</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">un gioiello del mare</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">incastonato fra onde</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">segrete di sabbia.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">Incanta al solo</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">schiudersi silenziosa</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">della conchiglia il frutto.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: 17px;">Chiara</span><br />
<!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_210224_155606_509.sdocx--></div>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-55092982126047648792021-01-17T02:25:00.006-08:002021-02-24T22:00:43.243-08:00Un raggio di sole<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuX2EIVgFv_krC_RxIv57k3g6WUvDF-dxedJyjsoeikmNk4DKinf-8CMPQ9K_RBn6MTRVarE8PG0NUIz_2kI7bSMPO7D4xeRAk1D3sXHK75RU7SYG0K-X-YY-I3ZLM6QXQIvNetg50IY/s5312/20201214_105508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuX2EIVgFv_krC_RxIv57k3g6WUvDF-dxedJyjsoeikmNk4DKinf-8CMPQ9K_RBn6MTRVarE8PG0NUIz_2kI7bSMPO7D4xeRAk1D3sXHK75RU7SYG0K-X-YY-I3ZLM6QXQIvNetg50IY/s320/20201214_105508.jpg" /></a></div>Foto personale.<br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Fili dorati volano</p><p>su pendi di sogni</p><p>a volte discese altre salite</p><p>luce che immerge gli occhi</p><p>nel cuore di chi guarda.</p><p>Animo dorato, bianco di stelle</p><p>muta la notte e attesa.</p><p>Particelle che scaldano</p><p>infiniti destini altri finiti </p><p>per ricominciare nei fiati</p><p>di un brillante mattino</p><p>tra i petali di una rosa</p><p>che saluta la vita.</p><p>Chiara</p><p><br /></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-3543841499222989022020-12-27T07:13:00.001-08:002020-12-27T07:14:40.355-08:00Ci rimane l'attesa?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOSm8x4VkqoZ7jfY12AMyeDTY0IeAFvFgLfSRQmC57W1uhXEfe1iSOQsyIpnvrmo5ksKqJJD69YWzUlx37COqjW4l0BmQ9q1RBoNWuaURt7pF0JF39Y-82hO4hv1SPtDN8WieNJmEaJM/s5312/20201220_171001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOSm8x4VkqoZ7jfY12AMyeDTY0IeAFvFgLfSRQmC57W1uhXEfe1iSOQsyIpnvrmo5ksKqJJD69YWzUlx37COqjW4l0BmQ9q1RBoNWuaURt7pF0JF39Y-82hO4hv1SPtDN8WieNJmEaJM/s320/20201220_171001.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Ci rimane l'attesa?</p><p><br /></p><p>Come in ogni attimo</p><p><br /></p><p>si attende il dopo</p><p><br /></p><p>e si perde il presente.</p><p><br /></p><p>Mi auguro di prendere</p><p><br /></p><p>ciò che arriva oggi</p><p><br /></p><p>ogni sorriso è gradito</p><p><br /></p><p>un struscio di carezza</p><p><br /></p><p>un tocco vellutato di un bacio</p><p><br /></p><p>tu che ascolti i miei silenzi</p><p><br /></p><p>io la pazienza di accettare</p><p><br /></p><p>ogni tramonto senza sole.</p><p><br /></p><p>Oggi comincia</p><p><br /></p><p>ed è già una mattina di sole.</p><p><br /></p><p>Chiara</p><p><br /></p><p>Auguri a tutti</p><p>Buona feste e un sereno anno veramente nuovo.🎉🎆🎄🎁❤</p><p><br /></p>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-65040217325622245752020-12-06T07:41:00.000-08:002020-12-06T07:41:01.329-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoSjAvfLX_LxUbCMkHly9fAi0TQAU7O78fTRmgiDyJZ0ruAljxxYuiUs66uehUDiDSMfb8T7akIQEDH2CHQYPwzlt0W93JRMll0NqsdteCz5WWvpV1i1ff_7-w2TaH9XmxfthXgId5nU/s5312/20201126_104343.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoSjAvfLX_LxUbCMkHly9fAi0TQAU7O78fTRmgiDyJZ0ruAljxxYuiUs66uehUDiDSMfb8T7akIQEDH2CHQYPwzlt0W93JRMll0NqsdteCz5WWvpV1i1ff_7-w2TaH9XmxfthXgId5nU/s320/20201126_104343.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Foto personale.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Il rosso vestito</div><div style="text-align: center;">s'addice allo stilare</div><div style="text-align: center;">del tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">fuoco l'anima</div><div style="text-align: center;">fugace il passo</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Chiara</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<br /></div>Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-39177832430661053812020-11-26T05:19:00.002-08:002020-11-26T05:19:45.521-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXmdWx_D5rLdr_D9LSnMj9xt2XZb4MV9apNMkE4MDx4ffhZdxBV99zT3cEzRWZkaJ2xW6ziri5twV4qTSWuR7jGTu60WVQOWj0n91FeNniov0C9MHUEY5getJrbcMTgrRhE8MAR0imss/s5312/20201027_170915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2988" data-original-width="5312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXmdWx_D5rLdr_D9LSnMj9xt2XZb4MV9apNMkE4MDx4ffhZdxBV99zT3cEzRWZkaJ2xW6ziri5twV4qTSWuR7jGTu60WVQOWj0n91FeNniov0C9MHUEY5getJrbcMTgrRhE8MAR0imss/s320/20201027_170915.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Foto personale.<p></p><p><br /></p>Sereno sguardo<br />
lungo la strada<br />
scricchiola la foglia<br />
mentre cade, il sole<br />
dietro il monte<br />
saluta la contrada.<br />
Odore di terra umida<br />
si alza al passaggio<br />
degli sterrati.<br />
Non mi preoccupo<br />
la salita è breve<br />
presto sarò lì<br />
alla capanna degli alpini<br />
per una preghiera a tutti.<br />
Pace e silenzio<br />
in questo luogo <br />
dove il tempo muta <br />
e il ricordo si fa più dolce<br />
le stagioni colorano<br />
con la natura ogni cosa<br />
di speranza.<br />
<br />
Chiara<br />
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<br />Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-40250279304833559152020-05-17T23:48:00.003-07:002020-05-17T23:48:23.583-07:00Sguardi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto personale.<br />
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Allontanandomi dalla voce<br />
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ascolto sferruzzare<br />
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infiniti sguardi<br />
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dove la parola affonda<br />
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nel labirinto di foglie cadute.<br />
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Paesaggi che aprono<br />
<br />
al sentimento, miriadi<br />
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di pagliuzze di noi<br />
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che l’anima accoglie.<br />
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Chiara<br />
<br />Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-26582803572590894082020-05-04T03:45:00.003-07:002020-05-04T03:45:43.675-07:00La mia voce<div class="entry" style="background-color: #dd3333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.4em;">
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Ho risposto al muto sentire</div>
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so che non è poesia</div>
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è qualcosa di più</div>
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che esplode</div>
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parte dal profondo</div>
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che si emoziona</div>
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ama</div>
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è la mia voce</div>
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inconscia</div>
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che si ubriaca della vita</div>
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che grida</div>
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osservando i<span style="color: var(--color-text);">l si</span><span style="color: var(--color-text);">lenzio</span></div>
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vivo qui tra le parole</div>
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di una goccia che cade</div>
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…poi nasce un lago.</div>
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Chiara</div>
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Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-15798801792778995782020-01-04T02:23:00.001-08:002020-01-04T05:47:20.172-08:00Diventa incanto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ho sentito il silenzio<br />
scivolare tra le foglie<br />
abbracciato al vento<br />
portare fiocchi di neve.<br />
Con un bacio improvviso<br />
cantava emozioni al pettirosso <br />
allegro svolazzava leggero<br />
tra l'abete e il cuore del tempo<br />
un piccolo respiro di felicità<br />
mentre la coltre bianca<br />
copriva ogni segreto<br />
e tutto il muto diveniva<br />
incanto.<br />
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Chiara<br />
<br />Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-51632709017496803392019-12-19T08:52:00.002-08:002019-12-19T08:52:25.829-08:00Infinito<br />
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Foto personale: Lago di Iseo, Sarnico.<br />
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A volte penso a te<br />
come ad un lago<br />
dove contenere<br />
tutto il bene<br />
come il sole <br />
quando dona alle onde<br />
piccole foglie <br />
di cuori volanti<br />
per catturarne i riflessi.<br />
Dentro il filo dell'oro<br />
penso a te<br />
che brilli su ali<br />
di farfalle a pelo d'acqua<br />
per accarezzarmi<br />
ogni attimo di silenzio.<br />
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Chiara<br />
<br />Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-71037513825385187692019-05-04T00:40:00.001-07:002019-05-04T00:40:32.807-07:00Aspettando<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Foto personale.<br />
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Sicuramente attendo<br />
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una lacrima cadere<br />
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un fiore sbocciare<br />
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c’è vita anche qui<br />
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nell’attesa: passano<br />
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le ore con cadenza regolare.<br />
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Anche un sorriso attende<br />
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un bacio, solitario<br />
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ai giorni, il bacio scritto<br />
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gronda di pause<br />
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e ancora l’attesa<br />
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quanto è lunga<br />
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una parola, chissà?<br />
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Chiara<br />
<br />Poeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-31485855175543300122019-04-22T02:02:00.001-07:002019-04-22T02:02:07.776-07:00...<br />
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<br />Foto personale.<br />
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Come può esserci la felicità<br />
se ancora piangono le foglie?<br />
Rigiro le mani nell’acqua<br />
a cercar onde per poter<br />
andare lontano a scorgere<br />
il sorriso di un albero<br />
che guarda nel cielo a sorpresa<br />
di vento il suo oscillare.<br />
Forse se chiudo gli occhi<br />
il solo sentire una carezza<br />
da gioia: l’averti vicino<br />
nei pensieri a fletterci <br />
tra le risate dell’innocenza di un giglio<br />
mi da coraggio.<br />
Spensierata voce di sogni<br />
allegri, senza ombre, senza lacrime<br />
nere di rimmel, o il disegno<br />
di una matita a renderti diversa.<br />
Felicità che appari lontana<br />
copia incolla l’umore del passero<br />
che canta la serenità nel solo sbattere<br />
ali attorno al mondo…<br />
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C.M. 21/03/13<br />
ricordi<br />
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<br />lPoeisa Chiarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16869734561490085172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193095181387177739.post-31749726551587642822019-03-08T03:32:00.003-08:002019-03-08T03:32:39.795-08:00Donna tu, io, noi.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Che vuoi che sia<br />
questa forza che abbiamo<br />
non certo invidia<br />
nemmeno vento<br />
che soffia sui pioppi<br />
o la luna che canta<br />
il silenzio armonico, ma<br />
siamo allegria e sorrisi<br />
all’alba di ogni vivere<br />
mentre ci chiniamo al vento<br />
resistiamo per un abbraccio<br />
nei giardini del tempo.<br />
<br />
Chiara<br />
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