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		<title>pen-siero.015</title>
		<link>http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1361</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 18:53:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>samandel</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[pensieri]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[analogic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flower]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="image-rss"><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1361"><img title="pen-siero.015" src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pensamentos_voltamondo-300x204.jpg" alt="pen-siero.015" width="200" height="136" /></a></span><br/>Bruciava e parve gelo vociava e s'è mutato "Prima legge che fu fu la tomba" Se penso a come si prendono le vite mi viene un voltamondo esagerato.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class="image-rss"><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1361"><img title="pen-siero.015" src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pensamentos_voltamondo-300x204.jpg" alt="pen-siero.015" width="200" height="136" /></a></span><br/><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pensamentos_voltamondo.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pensamentos_voltamondo-300x204.jpg" alt="pensamentos_voltamondo" title="pensamentos_voltamondo" width="300" height="204" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1371" /></a>

Bruciava e parve gelo
vociava e s'è mutato

"Prima legge che fu
fu la tomba"

Se penso a come si prendono le vite
mi viene un voltamondo
esagerato.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>pen-siero.012</title>
		<link>http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1112</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 00:51:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>samandel</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[pensieri]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dayly photo]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="image-rss"><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1112"><img title="pen-siero.012" src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/pensamento-217x300.jpg" alt="pen-siero.012" width="144" height="200" /></a></span><br/>nella vita che sono stato sono stato molte persone cose memorie giochi e malattie. nient'altro mi resta che essere ancora infinite e infinite volte, nella sfrenata volontà di inesaurirmi fino in fondo.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class="image-rss"><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1112"><img title="pen-siero.012" src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/pensamento-217x300.jpg" alt="pen-siero.012" width="144" height="200" /></a></span><br/><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/pensamento.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/pensamento-217x300.jpg" alt="" title="pensamento.14" width="217" height="300" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1113" /></a>

nella vita che sono stato
sono stato molte persone
cose memorie giochi e
malattie. nient'altro mi resta
che essere ancora infinite
e infinite volte, nella sfrenata
volontà di inesaurirmi fino
in fondo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>pen-siero.011</title>
		<link>http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/1053</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 19:03:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>samandel</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[pensieri]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pensamentos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[qui non c'è la voce del poeta la voce del poeta che hai sempre cercato qui solo i salti farinosi delle parole tra un rigo e l'altro e l'amore per la vita che vorrebbe pure lei dire qualche cosa.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[qui non c'è la voce del poeta
la voce del poeta che hai sempre cercato

qui solo i salti farinosi delle parole
tra un rigo e l'altro

e l'amore per la vita
che vorrebbe pure lei
dire qualche cosa.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Non si stancano i cani&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/677</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 13:38:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>samandel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Non si stancano i cani di abbaiare tutto il giorno. Vorrebbero che raccogliessimo le ali loro, avvicinarci a qualcosa e poi perdere tutto.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Non si stancano i cani
di abbaiare tutto il giorno.
Vorrebbero che raccogliessimo
le ali loro, avvicinarci a qualcosa

e poi perdere tutto.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>pen-siero.009</title>
		<link>http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/227</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 01:02:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>samandel</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[pensieri]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[illustração]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[illustration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[illustrazione]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pensamentos]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[text]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="image-rss"><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/227"><img title="pen-siero.009" src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/cherubino_by_whitewolf86-223x300.jpg" alt="pen-siero.009" width="148" height="200" /></a></span><br/>cherubino. clicca sul disegno per vederlo in dimensioni originali Meu eterno dia de anos, Minha festa de veludo... Paris: derradeiro escudo, Silêncio dos meus enganos. Milagroso carrousel, Em feira de fantasia — Meuo órgão da Barbaria, Meu teatro de papel... Minhã cidade-figura, Minha cidade con rosto... — Ai, meu acerado gosto, Minha fruta mal madura... [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class="image-rss"><a href="http://www.samandel.com/blog/archives/227"><img title="pen-siero.009" src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/cherubino_by_whitewolf86-223x300.jpg" alt="pen-siero.009" width="148" height="200" /></a></span><br/>cherubino.

<center><a href="http://whitewolf86.deviantart.com/art/cherubino-164179822" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.samandel.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/cherubino_by_whitewolf86-223x300.jpg" alt="cherubino_by_whitewolf86" title="cherubino_by_whitewolf86" width="223" height="300" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-500" /></a><br />
<small>clicca sul disegno per vederlo in dimensioni originali</small></center>

<br />
 Meu eterno dia de anos,
Minha festa de veludo...
Paris: derradeiro escudo,
Silêncio dos meus enganos.

Milagroso carrousel,
Em feira de fantasia —
Meuo órgão da Barbaria,
Meu teatro de papel...

Minhã cidade-figura,
Minha cidade con rosto...
— Ai, meu acerado gosto,
Minha fruta mal madura...

Mancenilha e bem-me-quer,
Paris — meu lobo e amigo...
— Quisera dormir contigo,
Ser todo a tua mulher!...

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