tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71651245339164096632024-03-13T06:10:18.373-07:00VENTO DI LUCEElefante VincenzoLA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-89976018596887637072011-07-03T06:06:00.000-07:002011-07-03T06:11:05.299-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In silenzio</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">muoiono i poveri fiori,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ma tu, Maestro, insegnaci</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a raccontare gli alberi,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">a nutrirci di miglio, come i passeri.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Dacci una via di fuga</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nel sussurro</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">del gelsomino</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">o lasciaci dormire</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nell'acero.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sognando.</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Dicci che il Tempo è musica!..</span></em></strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">E ce ne andremo,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">come allegri folletti</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dietro i passi del vento.</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-76892485692034520302011-07-02T04:20:00.000-07:002011-07-02T04:20:36.937-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In povertà d'amore,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">ho alzato al cielo le mie mani vuote</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e Tu mi hai ricamato</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">un abito regale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">col sole delle valli.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Ora sembra ch i fiori mi si inchinino,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">pieghino dolcemente le corolle,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">quando passo tra loro.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Tra gli alberi è un sussurro</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">di stupore e di luce.</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-64555304438350081442011-07-02T01:11:00.000-07:002011-07-02T01:11:55.798-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Non sono che un alunno del dolore.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Io prendo lezioni di silenzio</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nella mia solitudine</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">per ascoltare Dio nel mio silenzio.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Ho lavato il mio cuore nel Giordano,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">nel delirio dell'arpa ho contemplato</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">il mio domani, tutto il mio passato, </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">il cammino di un uomo di dolore,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">tra il vento e l'acqua chiara.</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-39443386115404974202011-07-02T01:01:00.000-07:002011-07-02T01:01:38.094-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Non sapevo come nascono gli Angeli.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Ascoltami, non ero ancora asceso</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">al sacrario dell'Alba - non potevo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Quando nasce un bambino, non sapevo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">che il cielo si innamora della terra</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e che lassù si accende un'altra stella</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sull'abito ineffabile di Dio.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Poi arrivasti tu,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">fresco germoglio della nostra vita,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">per la gioia degli alberi e dei prati.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">E adesso so che gli Angeli son fiori</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">del pensiero di Dio, sono scintille</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">di verità e di pace.</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-57435891016901971212011-07-01T15:22:00.000-07:002011-07-01T15:22:18.428-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ascolta il flauto di canna, cuore, ascolta:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Io Sono l'immutabile, l'Eterno,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sono la lingua del roveto ardente</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">che risuona nel flauto.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Tutto è musica e vita!..</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Perfino le tue lacrime di addio.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">La Morte è una pausa musicale</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">tra un crescendo e l'altro.</span></em></strong></div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">.</span></em></strong></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-14473207323734844612011-07-01T05:38:00.000-07:002011-07-01T05:45:23.280-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Quando si spezzeranno gli artigli delle aquile?</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Quando il leone ascolterà la voce</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">della formica in mezzo alla foresta?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Quando le belve mangeranno l'erba</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">della savana?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Ma quando, o sole, scioglierai la brina</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dalle nostre pupille</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e potremo lavare i nostri occhi</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">con dolci calde lacrime d'amore?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Quando accadrà che un uomo possa credere</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">che un passero dal pulpito</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">possa insegnare il Vangelo</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">perfino alla zizzannia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">in un campo di grano</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e convertire i sassi della strada?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Quando il fanciullo bacerà la vipera,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">la bocca della vipera</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">che t'ha avvelenato?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">E quando questa notte finirà?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Quando, o sole?</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-86467959171996614202011-07-01T05:29:00.000-07:002011-07-01T05:29:37.435-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">E' l'acqua scintillante della Resurrezione</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sulla terra dei morti,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">è come il pane fresco che si spezza</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">dentro tutte le case,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sopra tutte le mense,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">come un sorso di vino</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">da bere con gli amici e i nemici</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">su tutte le frontiere dell'orgoglio,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">come il giglio dei campi</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sulla via dellaCroce,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">come l'olio della misericordia</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">sulle piaghe del mondo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">è come la parola che racconta</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">il silenzio di Dio che si fa uomo,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">la poesia del cuore.</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165124533916409663.post-79084894059176091102011-06-30T10:58:00.000-07:002011-07-01T01:15:42.817-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Risplendi sole del Divino Amore,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">riporta in superficie</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">le oscurità dell'anima bugiarda</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">e proclama al poeta solitario:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">" Come il fiore di loto è questo canto:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">affonda le radici nella melma,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">poi si allunga nell'acqua,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">si spinge in su, in cerca della Luce."</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Dopo, raccoglierai anche le briciole,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">per mangiarle coi passeri, </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">per essere tu stesso</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">pane di luce, vento di splendore.</span></em></strong></div></div>LA STREGA DELLA VITAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00631149966518770777noreply@blogger.com0