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<b><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">CANTZONI GRAI (po fillu miu)</span></b><br /><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sa Cantadora Paola Alcioni</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tengu po tui una bandera lébia</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lébia e una cantzoni grai...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mannugus de bisus</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">si lassant scravigai in s’alluinu</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘e s’argiola Is Printzipalis, mancai</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">apustis bentulau no si nd’abarrit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Acirrant prexu in tassas de birdi</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fini, Is Printzipalis.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Innoi, canis de strexu</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">si faint a caru comporai ressínniu</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">po bendi spera a baratu.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ap’a prangi cun tui candu sa schina</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">t’as a alliagai asuta ‘e su giuali</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de su nudda. T’ap’a strexi</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sa buca ferta, spumosa, siddada</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a sogas de murrali. T’ap’a donai</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">acunortu in tribulia, ma</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a sa primu oghiada priva</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de dinnidadi custa bandera</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mia t’ap’a donai, lébia</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lébia e artiva.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Che duenna de rebellia antiga</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">moris de follas insanguentadas</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">currit a bortas che arrennegu</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de ànimas acarcigadas…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E si fúrriat a tzérriu assarragau</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de stracia e su celu murru de atóngiu</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a petza bia scarràfiat e arretrocit</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sa terra che bruncu de sirboni!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dongant atentzioni Is Printzipalis...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tengu in coru una cantzoni</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">grai chi a cantai</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">no ap’a acudi...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma est lébia sa bandera</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">chi t’apòrgiu: no tenit</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che su pesu ‘e unu bisu abrodau</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">po tui, fillu miu, a colori ‘e ispera</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e finiu a filu múrinu ‘e feli</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e de dolori...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">[sa cantadora]</span><br /><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">traduzione dal sardo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b>Ho per te una bandiera leggera/ leggera e una poesia pesante...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quelli che comandano/ in aie d’illusione covoni di sogni/ ci lasciano battere, anche se/ dopo tolta la paglia non ce ne resta.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tracannano gioia in bicchieri di cristallo/ Quelli che comandano./ Qui, i loro tirapiedi/ ci costringono a svendere speranza/ per comprarci rassegnazione.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Piangerò con te quando la schiena/ti piagherai sotto il giogo/ del nulla. Ti tergerò/ la bocca ferita, schiumante, serrata/ a lacci di cavezza. Ti darò/ consolazione nel tormento, ma/ al primo sguardo privo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">di dignità questa bandiera/ mia ti darò/ leggerissima e orgogliosa.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come fantasma di antica rivolta / sentieri di foglie insanguinate/ percorre a volte come inquietudine/ di anime calpestate…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E si trasforma in grido rauco/ di tempesta e il grigio cielo autunnale/ graffia a carne viva e ara e rivolta/ la terra come muso di cinghiale!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stiano attenti Quelli che comandano...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ho nel cuore una poesia/ pesante che non farò in tempo/ a cantare... / Ma è leggera la bandiera/ che ti porgo: non ha/ che il peso di un sogno ricamato/ per te, figlio mio, colore della speranza/ e rifinito col violaceo filo dell’ira/ e del dolore...</span></div>
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-89671053457698192912014-11-17T06:47:00.000-08:002014-11-17T06:47:01.586-08:00AI POTENTI IMPOTENTI.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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siamo gocce d'acqua<br /> vi travolgeremo</div>
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vi confineremo<br /> e vi ignoreremo.</div>
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<br />Perché noi siamo gli umani<br /> voi non più ne mai<br /> avete un chip al posto del cuore<br /> una valigia vuota nella mente<br /> un sasso duro è la vostra anima.<br /></div>
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-22945439427934278952014-11-02T12:46:00.001-08:002014-11-02T12:46:16.133-08:00AUTUNNO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />Senza te<br />la mia bocca appassisce.<br /><br />Fulmine inatteso<br />calò repentina<br />una brinata<br />sul racconto a orditi di pervinca<br />sul germoglio che al gelo<br />domandava<br />di poter continuare<br />ad esser vivo.<br /><br />Fu razziato il bisbiglio<br />e rotto il grido<br />quel pomeriggio<br />altrove dalla vita.<br /><br />A sangue e a fuoco<br />fu sconfitto il nome<br />su labbra di deserto<br />e fu strappato<br />via dalla radice<br />ogni tempo e respiro<br />già vissuto<br />e gettato<br />al fango dell’oblio.<br /><br />Alla grigia falena dell’attesa<br />non restò<br />che un rapido spezzarsi<br />di fragile cristallo <br />ed era morta.<br /><br />Ora<br />vado perfezionando il mio silenzio<br />sui petali sciupati delle labbra<br />in un sussurro lieve <br />che somiglia <br />al canto del vento<br />tra le pietre.<br /><br />Paola Alcioni - 22 ottobre 2010<br /><br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1483951110339&set=a.1396627127294.52008.1580721228&type=1&relevant_count=1"></a><br /><img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/59016_1483951110339_6956533_n.jpg?oh=7d4e639a8ada4453baf9d4d124ce8d13&oe=54DFA0E3&__gda__=1424313820_17efb0e561c62b630a49de0a15dace75" /></div>
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-92077159405078635352014-10-01T12:58:00.001-07:002014-10-01T13:02:44.157-07:00FILASTROCCA IDIOTA.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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che digrignano i denti</div>
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ma allevano serpenti</div>
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divoran territori</div>
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causando mortori</div>
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e muoiono i pastori</div>
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colpiti dai senatori</div>
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che a colpi di decreti</div>
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uccidono i vigneti</div>
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lasciando il deserto</div>
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chiamando un esperto</div>
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che a colpi di mazzette </div>
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suonano le sirene</div>
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arriva il sindacato</div>
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che al popolo muto e scemo</div>
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Ancu cust’umbra de axiu <br />
lompat sentz’’e sprama,<br />
cun passu lébiu e manu sentz’’e tírria, <br />
po ‘ndi studai s’úrtimu bisu miu,<br />
Terra Mama.<br />
E candu ap’essi arruta cara a is nuis,<br />
firmu unu bólidu ‘e spantu<br />
in is pipias,<br />
dolori e timorias apaxiamí<br />
e asciutamí su prantu.<br />
Prenimí cun s’imprassu ‘e su bentu<br />
is bratzus obertus debadas, che sa gruxi,<br />
e unu carínniu arraspinosu ‘e arena<br />
m’intreghit unda a sa praja sullena<br />
de s’urtimu sonnu.<br />
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Ti torru gràtzias po su chi no apu tentu,<br />
chi no lassu cun làstima innoi:<br />
no lassu gosus, sceti su proi proi<br />
e sa strossa de pèsperus nuscosus.<br />
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Anninniamí, Mamai, cun su zúmiu<br />
de una durci cantzoni in sa tzinniga<br />
e arregordu ‘e mali no mi portit<br />
su tzérriu tzirrichiosu ‘e su maistrali,<br />
candu fridu affarruncat de is notzentis<br />
tzinníbiris de mari frunzas fertas.<br />
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Lassamí is pibiristas obertas:<br />
no timu prus s’arrori de s’aera<br />
abbrigada de su soli ‘e s’istadi.<br />
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Ma tui, chi arréxinis e língua m’as donau, chistidí<br />
custu studau losíngiu ‘e solidadi<br />
in s’amori de is intrànnias tuas:<br />
ancu tengat spera cras<br />
de intzeurrai frori<br />
o aira po ‘ndi pesai<br />
arta<br />
una bandera...<br />
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PREGHIERA ALLA MIA TERRA <br />
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Fa che quest’ombra di angoscia giunga senza spavento, con passo leggero e mano senza odio, per spegnere l’ultimo mio sogno, Madre Terra. E quando cadrò col viso alle nuvole, immobile un volo di stupore nelle pupille, dà pace al mio dolore e alle paure e asciugami il pianto. Riempimi con l’abbraccio del vento le braccia invano aperte, come in croce, e una carezza ruvida di rena mi affidi onda alla spiaggia serena dell’ultimo sonno.<br />
Ti ringrazio per ciò che non ho avuto, che non lascio qui con rimpianto: non lascio gioie, solo la pioggia e lo strazio di vespri profumati. Cullami, Madre, con il sibilo di una dolce canzone tra i giunchi e ricordo di male non mi porti il grido stridente del maestrale, quando freddo afferra degli innocenti ginepri di mare le fronde ferite. Lasciami le palpebre aperte: non temo più l’orrore dell’aria rovente del sole dell’estate. Ma tu, che radici e lingua mi hai dato, conserva questo spento lucignolo di solitudine nell’amore delle tue viscere: che abbia speranza domani di germogliare fiore o ira per levare alta una bandiera…</div>
SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-53229900307368467012014-09-01T13:48:00.000-07:002014-09-02T14:37:00.469-07:00PERDAS... PENSIERI DI PIETRA <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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PERDAS<br />
si jumpas a custu sartu<br />
in tottùe ides semper crastos<br />
non b'at terrinos vastos<br />
ma orroccas e disterru<br />
pantùmas de s'ifferru<br />
e arzolas chena oa<br />
e su crastu 'e sa zoa<br />
solu che s'assu e bastos<br />
.<br />
lineas profundas de monte<br />
attòbiana in custu logu<br />
da chi deus at fattu in zogu<br />
trizzas de rocca e caos<br />
crastos comente craos<br />
chi lìgana sa muntagna<br />
e sàlvana sa campagna<br />
de franas e de guastos<br />
.<br />
sa perda est in tottùe<br />
dae juncos a traessìle<br />
dae urùi a roia 'e asile<br />
dae olla a intro 'e coronza<br />
muda che titta 'e monza<br />
tronosa in sa codina<br />
cando in costa raighina<br />
urrumbulat dae artu<br />
.<br />
dae semper amos tentu<br />
perdas pro su cuìle<br />
primu su canterzile<br />
sigundu sos contones<br />
poi bloccos e bastiones<br />
murallas e pinnettos<br />
làbides mannas che lettos<br />
e janas pintas a martu<br />
.<br />
tenìmos perda ìa<br />
tenìmos perda morta<br />
perda ligada o isorta<br />
quadra, bisquadra e tunda<br />
tenìmos perda ' frunda<br />
e perda de perdaghe<br />
puru non b'at nuraghe<br />
in mesu 'e tantos trastos<br />
.<br />
chie cheret perda 'e bèrtula<br />
chie perda 'e cresia antìga<br />
perda 'e terra fromìga<br />
e trémenes de frorosa<br />
perda in colore 'e orrosa<br />
o niedda che sa morte<br />
ma eterna che sa sorte<br />
e semper chena arrastos<br />
.<br />
penas chi ses naschìdu<br />
t'an postu in sa perda 'e attiare<br />
pustis pro t'imparare<br />
t'an postu a pesar' àidu<br />
ma a mannu faghes fràigu<br />
cun perda de onnia arrazza<br />
e a bezzu subra 'e s'azza<br />
càstias su mundu 'ae artu<br />
,<br />
pro 'ogare su contone<br />
no iscudes a sa zega<br />
si non collis sa ega<br />
ses picchiande po niente<br />
puru chi siet potente<br />
lèbiu cheret su mazzu<br />
sa creatura cheret trazzu<br />
attentu che in su partu<br />
.<br />
sa perda de orrodare<br />
es bianca e chena consumu<br />
e orròdat a fogu e a fumu<br />
sa fracche e sa puntarola<br />
ma niedda es sa perda 'e mola<br />
molende matessi trazzu<br />
e in sìmbula e in crivazzu<br />
faet farra pro milli pastos<br />
.<br />
su laccu 'e s'abbadorzu<br />
faghet donu divinu<br />
s'orrocca dae intro 'e sinu<br />
cuntentat sos sididos<br />
pastores e bandidos<br />
bestiamene e donnia armentu<br />
e sa funtana 'e arzentu<br />
non disizat ateros fastos<br />
.<br />
su laccu 'e cazzigare<br />
isettad' a esser' issustu<br />
de ànigas e de mustu<br />
pro cubas e carrazzola<br />
e isetta' sa perda 'e arzola<br />
su trigu a zunta a zunta<br />
bella perda pertunta<br />
de orrocca ìa o basartu<br />
.<br />
in sartos chi no aus perda<br />
siguru chi b'at luzzana<br />
terrighedda gai metzana<br />
pagu fruttu ògada a pizzu<br />
ma suore cun manizzu<br />
faghen binu e casu 'e acca<br />
e in s'orrocca sa tittiacca<br />
binche tottu sos cuntrastos<br />
.<br />
sos peàles de perdazzu<br />
faghen fruttos cabudarzos<br />
e sos accos pius abbarzos<br />
los faghìmos a ortalizia<br />
ma chie est curtu 'e sa zustizzia<br />
chilcat preccas e conchiles<br />
gai bies frores e fusiles<br />
e bies pane in sos pirastos<br />
.<br />
gai teniàus figu morisca<br />
azzas crastu e figu niedda<br />
pira cossa e melighedda<br />
e in sos muros murta e mura<br />
e pizzinnos in sa fura<br />
cun cressiedda e chirrinzolu<br />
e unu mùilu de mazzolu<br />
cando perdet su cumpartu<br />
.<br />
terras lanzas de badanzu<br />
no ana tentu mai signore<br />
puru sutta 'e s'esattore<br />
mai urruttas sunu ischiavas<br />
fino a cando tantas gavas<br />
ana fattu s'isacchèu<br />
e sos montes in pelèu<br />
an segadu a quartu a quartu<br />
.<br />
sa perda at' imparadu<br />
a s'omine onnia mestieri<br />
minadore o istradoneri<br />
cun mina, massetta e marra<br />
in su muntone e zarra<br />
tirande a proa su pianu<br />
semper sa perda in manu<br />
ca no esistit perda 'e iscartu<br />
.<br />
“a perdas chi ti pìghene”<br />
ti naran si ses birbante<br />
auguriu pius elegante<br />
“sa mazza prena a perda”<br />
ma tottus che carramerda<br />
su massu tragàus in palas<br />
in disìzu 'e tenner alas<br />
subra de tantos gastos<br />
.<br />
chena dentes e artiglios<br />
naschìmos chena difesa<br />
ma contra a onnia malesa<br />
sa perda parat fronte<br />
arma in sa domo e in monte<br />
cumpanza semper sigura<br />
lettu 'e sa sepoltura<br />
cando mudos sun sos tastos<br />
.<br />
ma sa perda est fina sinnu<br />
de disizu 'e fide e paghe<br />
siet pinnettu o siet nuraghe<br />
siet funtana o siet artare<br />
cando istanca de gherrare<br />
onnia zente chilcat deu<br />
e cando in d' unu unìcu erèu<br />
che torramos donnia sartu<br />
.<br />
pro cumprender custu logu<br />
cheret sa notte profunda<br />
in s'istade lughet s'unda<br />
e in s'ierru sa cudina<br />
perda chena faìna<br />
muda a donnia fortuna<br />
s'isprigu de sa luna<br />
illuminat su mundu ispartu <br />
<br />
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<br />
PIETRE<br />
<br />
se passi da questa parte<br />
dovunque vedrai sempre pietra<br />
non ci sono terreni estesi<br />
ma solo rocce e disterri<br />
apparizioni infernali<br />
e aie senza limite preciso<br />
e il masso di ricovero dei maiali<br />
solitario come un asso di carte<br />
.<br />
linee profonde di monte<br />
si incontrano in questo luogo<br />
da che dio ha fatto per gioco<br />
trecce di roccia e caos<br />
sassi come chiavi<br />
che legano la montagna<br />
e salvano la campagna<br />
da frane e da guasti<br />
.<br />
la pietra è dovunque<br />
da juncos a traessile<br />
da urui a roia asìle<br />
da olla a intro ' coronza<br />
muta come un seno di suora<br />
fragorosa sulla roccia nuda<br />
quando in costa raighina<br />
rotola giù dall'alto<br />
.<br />
da sempre abbiamo avuto<br />
pietre per gli ovili<br />
per prima cosa la pietra maestra<br />
e poi i contoni<br />
e blocchi e bastioni<br />
e muraglie e pinnetti<br />
e lapidi grandi come letti<br />
e domus de jana dipinte con macchie<br />
.<br />
abbiamo pietra viva<br />
abbiamo pietra morta<br />
pietra incastrata o sciolta<br />
squadrata, obliqua o rotonda<br />
abbiamo pietra da fionda<br />
e pietra per fare trappole<br />
eppure non c'è nuraghe<br />
in mezzo a tanta varietà<br />
.<br />
chi vuole pietra di scarto<br />
chi pietra di chiese antiche<br />
pietra di terra fromìga<br />
o precipizi di frorosa<br />
pietra in colore rosa<br />
o nera come la morte<br />
ma eterna come il destino<br />
e sempre senza tracce<br />
.<br />
non appena sei nato<br />
ti hanno messo nella pietra del battesimo<br />
e poi per farti imparare<br />
ti hanno messo a fare brecce di pietra<br />
ma da grande sai fare il muro<br />
con pietra di ogni tipo<br />
e da vecchio sopra il ciglio del burrone<br />
guardi il mondo dall'alto<br />
.<br />
per sagomare il concio<br />
non devi picchiare alla cieca<br />
se non cogli la vena<br />
stai picchiando per niente<br />
per quanto sia potente<br />
la mazza deve essere leggera<br />
la creatura esige delicatezza<br />
proprio come nel parto<br />
.<br />
la pietra per affilare<br />
è bianca e resiste al consumo<br />
e arrota con scintille e con fumo<br />
la falce e il punteruolo<br />
ma la pietra per macinare è nera<br />
e gira sempre nello stesso verso<br />
e in semola e in farina grezza<br />
fa farina per mille pranzi<br />
.<br />
la vasca per abbeverare<br />
fa un dono divino<br />
la roccia dal suo seno<br />
sa saziare quelli che hanno sete<br />
siano pastori o banditi<br />
sia bestiame o siano armenti<br />
e la fontana d'argento<br />
non desidera altra ricchezza<br />
.<br />
la vasca per la pigiatura<br />
aspetta di essere bagnata<br />
di uve e di mosto<br />
per botti e per barili<br />
e anche la pietra della trebbiatura aspetta<br />
il grano una manciata dopo l'altra<br />
bella pietra traforata<br />
di roccia viva o basalto<br />
.<br />
le campagne che non hanno pietre<br />
certamente sono banchi di argilla<br />
da terre così da poco<br />
ben poco frutto ne può venire<br />
eppure il sudore e le mani<br />
sono in grado di farne vino e formaggio<br />
ma chi vince ogni ostacolo<br />
è la vite di tittiacca aggrappata al burrone<br />
.<br />
le valli di pietra sciolta<br />
fanno frutta prima del tempo<br />
e le vallette più umide<br />
le disponiamo per gli orti<br />
ma chi è ricercato dalla legge<br />
cerca grotte e speroni di roccia<br />
ed è così che puoi vedere i fiori con i fucili<br />
e del pane con i perastri<br />
.<br />
così avevamo i fichi d'india<br />
sulle pareti con piante di fichi neri<br />
pera coscia e melette<br />
e nei muri bacche di mirto e more<br />
e bambini a rubacchiare<br />
ciliegine precoci e favette<br />
e lontano un muggito di vitello<br />
quando perde il comparto<br />
.<br />
terra magra di guadagno<br />
che non ha mai avuto signore<br />
e che anche sotto gli esattori<br />
non si è mai resa schiava<br />
fino a quando le tante cave moderne<br />
hanno compiuto il saccheggio<br />
e le colline ridotte ad un pianto<br />
sono state tagliate un quarto alla volta<br />
.<br />
la pietra ha insegnato<br />
all'uomo ogni mestiere<br />
minatore o costruttore di strade<br />
con la mina, la mazza o la marra<br />
tra i mucchi di ghiaia<br />
tirando al meglio il piano<br />
sempre con la pietra in mano<br />
perché non esiste pietra di scarto<br />
.<br />
“che ti tirino pietre”<br />
ti dicono se sei birbante<br />
ma un augurio più elegante è<br />
“la pancia piena di pietra”<br />
ma infine tutti come gli scarabei<br />
portiamo sulle spalle il nostro masso<br />
nel desiderio di avere ali<br />
sopra tante fatiche<br />
.<br />
senza denti e senza artigli<br />
nasciamo senza difesa<br />
ma la pietra per noi para fronte<br />
contro ogni pericolo<br />
arma in casa e in montagna<br />
compagna sempre sicura<br />
e letto della sepoltura<br />
quando i tasti smetteranno di suonare<br />
.<br />
ma la pietra e anche il segno<br />
del desiderio di fiducia e pace<br />
sia il pinnetto o sia il nuraghe<br />
sia la fontana o sia l'altare<br />
quando stanca di guerra<br />
ogni gente cerca dio<br />
e quando ci risolviamo a riportare ogni luogo<br />
sotto un'unica umana eredità<br />
.<br />
per capire questo luogo<br />
è necessaria la notte profonda<br />
nell'estate l'onda manda bagliori<br />
e nell'inverno brilla la roccia<br />
pietra senza guadagno<br />
muta a ogni fortuna<br />
lo specchio della luna<br />
illumina questa distesa<br />
<br />
g.l.d. - 17 agosto
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-55060327399728270052014-08-24T07:14:00.000-07:002014-08-24T10:44:27.053-07:00"GLI ULIVI DI GAZA" <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b> ANTONIO MARRAS</b><br />
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"<i><b>GLI ULIVI DI GAZA</b></i>"<br />
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Nuvole<br />
ulivi polverosi<br />
riverberi<br />
la terra<br />
aggruma
calore<br />
fuochi inceneriti<br />
annega nei vapori<br />
fumi<br />
di candore<br />
esalando<br />
il suo fiato<br />
evapora la città <br />
piove cenere calda.<br />
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I passerotti cadono<br />
dai nidi.<br />
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Una poesia del "grande" ANTONIO MARRAS, Poeta, Comunista, Compagno di strada, Compagno per sempre,
"senza titolo"
io titolerei, anche,
"GLI ULIVI DI GAZA"<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/anghelu.marras?fref=tl_fr_box">Anghelu Marras</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La sorte volle che il compleanno di quel poeta coincidesse con la festa principale per il popolo russo: il Giorno della Vittoria. Bulat Okudzava andò al fronte diciassettenne. Fece il mortaista, il radiotelegrafista dell'artiglieria pesante, fu ferito due volte. La guerra è rimasta incisa nella sua attività artistica e nella sua visione del mondo.</span><br />
Il fronte faceva tanta paura. Questi ricordi mi stavano alle calcagna e continuano a seguirmi. Resto impressionato ancor ora, nonostante sia passato mezzo secolo...</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">La sua esperienza giovanile, come l'esperienza di migliaia di ragazzi e ragazze in cappotto da soldato, studenti di ieri, Okudzava racconta con sincera umanità nel romanzo breve “<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Buona fortuna, ragazzo</span>!” (che si può leggere nel libro <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Le più belle novelle di tutti i paesi.</span> 1965) e nella poesia “<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Ci vediamo, ragazzi</span>”:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh, guerra spregevole, cos'hai fatto</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Silenziosi sono i nostri cortili</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I ragazzi nostri con la testa alta</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sono cresciuti innanzi tempo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sulla soglia di casa appena visti</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Se ne sono andati soldato dopo soldato</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ci vediamo, ragazzi, ragazzi,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cercate di tornare indietro.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Non nascondevi, siate alti</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Non risparmiate proiettili e granate</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E non pensate a voi stessi</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ma cercate di tornare indietro.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Su se stesso Okudzava scrisse: “<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sono nato nel 1924 a Mosca, in via Arbat. Sono di origine georgiana. Mio padre è georgiano, mia madre armena. Mio padre e mio padre erano lavoratori del partito. Provenivano da famiglie di operai, erano iscritti passò circa 19 anni nei Gulag. Mio padre fu fucilato. Poi si scoprì che non era colpevole”.</span>(<noindex style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><a href="http://izvestia.ru/news/289793#ixzz313nDyb1D" rel="nofollow" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">http://izvestia.ru/news/289793#ixzz313nDyb1D</a></noindex>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All'inizio Okudzava scriveva solo poesie. Insegnava russo e letteratura russa in una scuola a Tula. Poi inizio a cantare: creò una melodia e cantò agli amici una poesia con l’accompagnamento della chitarra. A loro piacque. Le canzoni acquisiscono popolarità: venivano registrati su nastro magnetico e le sue poesie circolavano illegalmente, perché erano ufficialmente proibite. Man mano che il ghiaccio si scioglieva, le canzoni venivano cantate nei film, diventavano parte di spettacoli teatrali. Il cantautore andava in tournée per il Paese, ma riuscì anche a dare alcuni concerti all'estero, nonostante l'opposizione delle autorità. Il suo primo disco ufficiale uscì a Parigi nel 1968, registrato dalla casa discografica <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Le chant du Mond</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Esiste anche un'edizione discografica italiana delle canzoni di Okudzava: “<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Un nastro da Mosca. Canzoni del disgelo cantate da B. Okudzava</span>, Milano 1967. Inoltre l'Italia era il Paese che lo premiò: nel 1985 il club Tenco di San Remo gli conferì il premio di cantautore dell'anno.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Le sue poesie furono tradotte in italiano e pubblicate prima nel libro “<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Poesia russa contemporanea”</span>, a cura di Giovanni Buttafava dall’Oglio Editore, Milano, 1967, e poi uscì un volume “<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Arbat, mio Arbat</span>” a cura di Gian Piero Piretto, Edizioni Guerini e Associati, Milano, 1989.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Perché il poeta e cantautore Bulat Okudzava era così amato? Per la sua sincerità e la semplicità delle poesie e delle canzoni, per l'intonazione lirica e molto confidenziale e a volte ironica. La sua poetica è stata ripresa da altri cantautori come Georges Brassens.</span></div>
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<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Non mi considerate, per favore, come un cantante. Né come cantante, né come musicista... Вы меня, как певца, пожалуйста, не воспринимайте. Ни как певца, ни как музыканта. … In generale tutti cantano meglio di me. Ma così si è messo il mio destino letterario che ho deciso di canticchiare alcune mie poesie. Io semplicemente canticchio le mie poesie”.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ci ha lasciato non solo le opere letterarie, tra cui 10 libri di poesie e 20 di narrativa, saggistica, memorie, ma ha lasciato una filosofia. Era un esempio per l’intera generazione, mostrando come si può vivere, rimanendo onesto nei confronti di se stesso e negli altri.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nonostante Okudzava si considerasse ateo, i suoi principi morali si possono definire cristiani. Nella poesia “Condanna per primo te stesso”, propone di non condannare i vicini, ma iniziare da se stessi, perché cambiando te stesso, puoi migliorare il mondo. In: “Finché la terra gira ancora”, conosciuta in Russia come “La preghiera” si esprime l'umiltà umana:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finché la terra gira ancora,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finché la luce é ancora forte,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Signore, dai a ciascuno</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">quello che non ha:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All'intelligente dai la testa,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Al codardo un cavallo,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A chi è felice dai il denaro...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E non dimenticarti di me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finché la terra gira ancora,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Signore, è tuo potere!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dai all'ambizioso</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">potere a sazietà,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Concedi respiro al generoso,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Almeno fino al tramonto,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a Caino dai il pentimento...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E non dimenticarti di me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lo so: tu tutto puoi,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Io credo nella tua saggezza</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come crede il soldato morto</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">di risiedere in paradiso,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come crede ogni orecchio</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ai tuoi discorsi pacati</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">come crediamo noi stessi</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">senza capire ciò che facciamo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Signore, mio dio</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tu mio dagli occhi verdi,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">finché la terra gira ancora,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e lei stessa se ne stupisce,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">finché le bastano</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tempo e fuoco,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a tutti dai qualcosa</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e non dimenticarti di me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(traduzione G.P. Piretto)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okudzava scrisse oltre 800 poesie. Molte di esse nacquero insieme con le melodie. Ha composto circa 200 canzoni. Diversi compositori hanno scritto musiche sulle poesie di Okudzava. Molte ebbero successo, come la canzone, accompagnata con la musica di Valentin Levashov “Prendi il pastrano, andiamo a casa”:</span></div>
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Bulat Okudzava morì nel 1997, fu sepolto nel cimitero Vagankovskoe a Mosca. Oggi il poeta avrebbe compiuto 90 anni.</iframe>
Bulat Okudzava morì nel 1997, fu sepolto nel cimitero Vagankovskoe a Mosca. Oggi il poeta avrebbe compiuto 90 anni.
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-83194759105646588242014-05-11T14:52:00.003-07:002014-05-11T14:56:42.892-07:00Allatu...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De simingionis de terra<br /> sacra<br />speras bias apu sutu.<br /><br />Cun sa tita<br />chi no tengu prus<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br /><br />speras e bisus<br />tambeni bius<br /><br /> allatu.<br /><br />- Sa Cantadora -<br />(Bintitres de mesi 'e martzu, tres dìs apustis de un'interventu de mastectomia a sa tita 'e manca.)<br /><br />Da capezzoli di terra/ sacra/ vive speranze ho succhiato./<br />Col seno/ che non ho più/<br />speranze e sogni/ ancora vivi/<br />allatto.<br /><br /><br /><br />(23 marzo, tre giorni dopo l'intervento di mastectomia sinistra.)<br /><br />[Donna velata, Salvatore Rizzuti, 1997]</span></span></span></div>
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(Bintitres de mesi 'e martzu, tres dìs apustis de un'interventu de mastectomia a sa tita 'e manca.)
Da capezzoli di terra/ sacra/ vive speranze ho succhiato./
Col seno/ che non ho più/
speranze e sogni/ ancora vivi/
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-52405444707806642462014-04-29T10:47:00.001-07:002014-04-29T10:47:07.204-07:00A SOS LIBERADORES. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A SOS LIBERADORES. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nino Sardonico</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Perché salvarci</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> se fummo così ciechi</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> uccellini di nido </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">caduti nel mare immenso </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> potevamo noi capire</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> le onde del destino</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> il mare nero della storia? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cresciuti ad ignoranza </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> implumi e indifferenti </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">avremmo mai opposto</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> a rostri di sparvieri? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ci dibattiamo nella pozza</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> chi nuota, chi affoga</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> circoscritte nullità </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> albe e tramonti precisi. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Volate voi che potete </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> guardateci dall'alto </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con occhi di misericordia </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> noi quaggiù ciechi </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sentiremo il calore </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> del vostro disprezzo.</span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-8058321106773560342014-04-24T12:01:00.002-07:002014-04-24T12:03:53.046-07:00Mi son dimenticato <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3b5998; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">Nino Sardonico</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3b5998; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mi son dimenticato </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> di ricordarti</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">poiché il tempo </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> è del passato </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e ci son ritorni </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> che non avvengono </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la nave è partita </span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nel blu del mare </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i pini mossi </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> dal vento </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nell'aria </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> una vecchia canzone </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">note come barche </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> al mattino. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Io sono qua </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> e faccio lo scoglio </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in questo mondo </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> in movimento </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">immobile pietra </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che aspetta</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> la pioggia </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la nostra Sherwood. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dentro il muro </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> verde </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nascondo </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> i miei pensieri </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">spettando </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> l'aria pura </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">della mia liberazione.</span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-66304451070512760662014-04-18T00:40:00.003-07:002014-04-26T12:44:20.551-07:00S' ABE.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> S' ABE.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de <span style="color: #45818e;"><b>SERAFINU SPIGGIA</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Chin sas alas ti pesas a bolare</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in sos campos tra nuscos e fiores</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">làssas sa domo tua e sos albores</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e andas leu a nettare a carrare.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Andas,bolende da' fiore in fiore</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fidele a sa natura, a sos incantos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">passas e los bìsitas tottucantos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">chin suave lebiesa e chin amore.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Chin sas anchittas d' inzeniosu impreu</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ti pulis sos sensibiles corrittos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">las usas pro leare dae pittos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">donzi fiore su fecundu leu.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Poi,'olende in chelos solianos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">supra sos campos de chentu colores</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">l' ispalghes in sos àtteros fiores</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pro fagher fruttos dulches e galanos.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cun mirabile faina onzi sustantzia</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nettare,leu,rèsinas e linfas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">leas e,a nois in diversas tintas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nollos regalas in manna bundantzia.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">leu,cheripighe,mele e chera</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pones in rejas bene modelladas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e in sas cellas precisas,ordinadas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">che passas die e notte fainera.</span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-39768950215977036272014-04-16T11:33:00.002-07:002014-04-16T11:33:18.423-07:00PAROLE ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #45818e;">NINO SARDONICO</span><br />
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PAROLE TROVATE PER STRADA<br />
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NELLE NOTTI DI PRIMAVERA<br />
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NEGLI INVERNI BUI E FREDDI<br />
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TRA VITE SQUARCIATE DAL NULLA<br />
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AMORI PERSI CHE NON TORNANO<br />
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SASSI E SABBIA NELLA MEMORIA.<br />
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PAROLE LASCIATE NELLE STAZIONI<br />
DEGLI ADDII<br />
E RITROVATE NEI MARI<br />
DEL SOGNO<br />
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PERSE NEI BOSCHI PROFONDI<br />
DELLA MENTE<br />
CERCATE NELLE PIETRAIE DELLA RAGIONE<br />
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CONCHIGLIE PREZIOSE<br />
PORTATE ALLE ORECCHIE<br />
PER SENTIRE IL MARE...<br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-16476619705250295372014-03-30T06:51:00.003-07:002014-03-30T10:32:35.377-07:00“ Apo campadu”- "Ho vissuto"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Frantziscu Masia</span><br />
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“ Apo campadu” (Ho vissuto)
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in sos oros de unu lagu </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in pes de duos montes </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in domos fattas de pedra </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e tufu
in ue sa beddia </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">falat fritta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e sa neula bene cumpatta.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apo campadu...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in marighinas de abas tebias</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in sos oros de birde beranu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e de grogu e caldu istiu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in ue sas loroddosas chigulas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cantana isvilidas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apo campadu...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun omines in carrera</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun arrejinos de sos mannos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun sas feminas in sa funtana</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a istagnale postu in conca</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e bunnedda istrinta in chintu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apo campadu...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun bonas cumpanzias</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun ticcos de binu bonu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de chiterras durche sonu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun cantigos a serenada</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun tosta sa pesada.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apo campadu...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun rintoccos de campana</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun passos cadenzados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sos mios acumpanzados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun lagrimas a trainos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun arvures a cumpantzia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun bentos de ponente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun fruscios de libecciu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun tirighinos chietos e mudos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun pasculos animados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun nidos de acilibrios.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apo campadu...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> cun belidas de anzones</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun trigos e ispigas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun pigadas e impedrados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun merajos disizados</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e connoschentes in disterros.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apo campadu...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> cun sacrifitzios e tribulias</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun otzos de olias</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun ammentos bonos e malos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cun linnas e bistrales</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de bidda mia sos canales.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sabbia nell'atroce clessidra </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">anch'io mi vado sgretolando </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">M'illuse la pioggia - e il vento </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">implacabile suo complice alato - </span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-75927100665961446012014-01-09T12:06:00.003-08:002014-01-09T12:11:44.921-08:00TOTU EST POESIA <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: purple;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/alcionipaola">Paola Alcioni</a></span></i> (Sa Cantadora)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Annuadas a bentu arrevésciu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nais de ghísciu<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />trassant in sa bizarra ‘e su celu<br />signus chi no cumprendu.<br />Ma no ddi fait nudda:<br />totu est poesia. <br /><br />Proit, fillu miu, sa dí afrigia<br />stiddiendi in lutzinas de annúgiu<br />arraminadas làgrimas de grunda.<br />Fintzas in su stúgiu ‘e is sentidus<br />tzívinat e s’unda de maistrali<br />incrubat acutzas tzinnigas<br />de dolori. <br /><br />Po m’avesai a su marigosori ‘e sali <br />de custu mali de bivi,<br />deu, sossoini de pena,<br />in s’arena arréxinis emu postu.<br />Nuas mi ddas lassàt ‘onnia sbentuliada<br />e no nd’allebiàt s’àcua s’asciutori. <br /><br />Imoi, candu sa mannària ‘e su celu<br />in càscias de umbra<br />is neas s’aguantat asuria,<br />de sa manu mia si strobint<br />arànnias sintzieddus<br />e arrandant tirinnia de fueddus<br />in sa trama tirada de s’abetu.<br />Aici <br />sciortu su spantu de sogas de apretu<br />totu si fait cantu e poesia<br />in custa ‘ia de nebida e de vida.<br />E mancai si scurighint is bisus <br />in is trobeas de su tempus<br />no lassu prus chi arrisus axedint<br />che binu intristau.<br />Tui mi dd’as imparau,<br />limbichendi de píxidas currentis<br />de axiu<br />su prexu di essi biu.<br /><br />Càstia maistu miu piticu, bisadori <br />de bisus mannus mannus,<br />no proit prus!<br />Nais de craboni<br />trassant in sa pruinca ‘e su celu<br />bólidus chi si stésiant.<br /><br />Ti nd’as andai tui puru?<br /><br />Si strobint de sa manu mia in su saludu<br />de cilixia caus e de ressínniu...<br /><br />De sa tua, arrúndilis chi lestras<br />torrant in carínniu di allirghia<br />narendi: est berus! Totu<br />- totu! - est poesia.<br /><br /><br />TUTTO è POESIA<br /><br />Guarda/ comincia a piovere...<br />Annodati a vento ostinato/ rami di gesso/ tracciano nell’ardesia del cielo/ segni che non capisco.<br />Ma non importa:/ tutto è poesia.<br />Piove, figlio mio, la giornata triste/ gocciolando in pozze di malinconia/ossidate lacrime di grondaia./Persino nel cantuccio dei sentimenti/ pioviggina e l’onda di maestrale/ piega aguzzi giunchi/ di dolore.<br />Per abituarmi all’amarezza di sale/di questo male di vivere,/ io, salicornia di pena,/ nella sabbia avevo messo radici./Me le lasciava nude ogni colpo di vento/e la pioggia non ne leniva l’arsura.<br />Ora, quando la vastità del cielo/ in scrigni d’ombra/ avara trattiene le aurore,/dalla mia mano si liberano ragni/nero-fumo e formano pizzi- ragnatele di parole/ nello sfilato dell’attesa.<br />Così/ sciolto lo stupore da lacci di necessità/ tutto si fa canto e poesia/ in questa strada nebbiosa che è la vita./ Ed anche se si abbuiano i sogni/ nelle pastoie del tempo/ non lascio più che sorrisi inacidiscano/come vino triste.<br />Tu me l’hai insegnato,/distillando da oscure correnti/d’angoscia/ la gioia di vivere.<br />Guarda mio piccolo maestro, sognatore/ di grandissimi sogni,/ non piove più!/ Rami di carbone/tracciano nella pervinca del cielo/ voli che si allontanano.<br /><br />Te ne andrai anche tu?<br /><br />Si liberano dalla mia mano nel saluto/ gabbiani di brina e di rassegnazione…<br />Dalla tua rondini che svelte/tornano in carezza d’allegria/ dicendo: è vero! Tutto/ - tutto! - è poesia.</span></span></div>
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-76372496376968022282014-01-05T07:23:00.001-08:002014-01-05T07:23:30.004-08:00No ti poto amare<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="userContent"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b>Giovan’inutilmente<br />ti ses post'in s'isettu<br />chi deo benz'a ti pedir'amore.<br />Ti giuro francamente</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />chi no ti tenz'affettu,<br />pro mores c'am'un ateru fìore.<br />Si so franch'e leale<br />non ti nde parzat male,<br />nè b'hat motiv' 'e mi tenne rancore.<br />Sos rancores lassamus,<br />amigos fimis, amigos restamus.<br /><br />Si no ti pot'amare,<br />né daredi recreu<br />comente dias a cherrer, bella mia,<br />nde deves inculpare<br />solu su coro meu,<br />chi pro te no dimustrat simpatia.<br />Su cor'uman'est gai,<br />non si piegat mai:<br />palpitat cando cheret ips'ebbia.<br />Deo non lu trattenzo,<br />ma si no t'amat culpa no nde tenzo.<br /><br />Sa franchesa perdona,<br />deo faedd'in cara.<br />Non ti connosco nisciunu difettu;<br />ses bella, onest'e bona,<br />in virtudes ses rara,<br />puru cun tottu no ti tenz'affettu.<br />Duncas es tottu vanu<br />chi tenzas fìttianu<br />iscrittu su lumen me'in s'intellettu.<br />Pens' 'e ti rassignare,<br />e proa si nde lu podes canzellare.<br /><br />Ti deves figurare<br />ch'est una visione<br />su penseri chi fìrmu has in sa testa,<br />si no, podes pensare,<br />chi un’illusione<br />ti podet esser fatal'e funesta.<br />Lassa su sentimentu,<br />a' cust'avvertimentu<br />si felize ti cheres, fide presta.<br />Si penseri no mudas,<br />de custa passione ti nd'impudas.<br /><br />De amore suspiras,<br />si presente ti seo,<br />dae me ti pretendes cunfortada:<br />cand'in cara mi miras,<br />non t'abbizas chi deo<br />non corrispund'a sa tua mirada?<br />Ti fatto visu tostu,<br />prite no so dispostu<br />in coro me'a ti dare s'intrada.<br />Cando miras a mie<br />cheres azzender fogu cun sa nie.<br /><br />Pensa de m'olvidare<br />e cun serenidade<br />abbandona s'idea c'has leadu.<br />Mi des cunsiderare<br />coment’ ‘e unu frade,<br />no coment' 'e su tou innamoradu.<br />Allegra des istare,<br />ca no t’hat a mancare<br />cuddu chi t'hat sa sorte destinadu,<br />pro su cale unu die<br />des olvidare c'has connott'a mie.<br /><br />Ogn'affann'ogni pena<br />comente benit passat,<br />gai hat decretadu sa natura;<br />puru cussa cadena<br />ch'in paghe non ti lassat,<br />benit a si truncare, ista segura.<br />Un'ateru fiore<br />t'hat a pedir'amore,<br />de me no nd'has a fagher pius cura,<br />anzis, allegramente,<br />mi des ismentigare totalmente.<br /><br />Como t'happ'avvisadu<br />chi non ti tenz'amore,<br />pro ca tenz'in su cor'atera rosa.<br />Si francu so istadu<br />no mi uses rancore,<br />anzis nde des andar'orgogliosa<br />de tenner unu frade,<br />chi, cun sinceridade,<br />t'est istadu fìdel'in dogni cosa.<br />Sighimus s'amistade,<br />ma s'intendet, coment' 'e sorr'e frade.<br /><br />Autore Peppinu Mereu</span></span></span></div>
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-28381710345913388042013-12-08T00:56:00.004-08:002013-12-08T03:37:34.812-08:00Cantat de Remundu Piras<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Incurante a su currer de sos annos
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cun sa misteriosa custruttura
Segretu pro sos ingegnos pius mannos.
Ses tue una mortale sepoltura
Giusta riparadora de affanos?
O pro gustu de barbaros tirannos
T'han fattu gai inutile figura?
S'omine dottu benit a chircare
Sa singulare tua antiga istoria
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-13445168075845911212013-11-25T00:23:00.002-08:002013-11-25T00:24:49.500-08:00Notte antica...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-39639567967362997352013-11-19T13:44:00.003-08:002014-01-10T11:35:43.293-08:00Prantu de dolu mannu est bessendi de onnia sardu......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.. seus totu a ogus obertus castiendi is lagrimas chi bessint de su coru de onnia sardu, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> custa disgratzia nci at arregordai s'amori chi teneus s'unu po s'atru </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> .. e Fortza nci bolit po bandai ainnantis totus impari po ndi essiri de custu cordoliu mannu, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sa sperantzia no perdeus,ca crasi eus a biri at torrai su soli e s'arrisu in totu is bucas noshtas...</span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-51977366304140732642013-11-02T11:31:00.003-07:002013-11-02T13:18:41.419-07:00Cagliari terra natia..in<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Cagliari terra natia..in</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br /><br /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Sardinia amata</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">sofferente, schernita, depredata</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">I raggi del sole, t'illuminano</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">raggianti,allegri, danzanti come l'arcobaleno</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Dà una città all'altra dà paese a paese</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">e viceversa, incrociandosi l'un con l'altro</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Guardarli è avvolgente e come entrare a casa</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><br />immersa nello spazio</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><br />notturno, ogni singolo essere<br /><br /><br /><br />Il tuo nutrimento è vitale</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><br />insieme alle onde del mare</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><br />sembra raccontino un'antica storia</span></span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-59381032084413427722013-10-23T14:39:00.002-07:002013-10-23T14:39:48.857-07:00In me c’è qualcosa di rotto.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sono come l’orologio che si ferma
poco dopo averlo caricato,
come il piatto incrinato che non torna
nuovo se anche
lo incolli con cura.</div>
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In me c’è qualcosa di schiacciato.
Sono come il tubetto di dentifricio
quando nulla ne esce
se anche lo premi,
come la pallina da ping-pong ammaccata
che non può tenere più in gioco
nemmeno un buon giocatore.</div>
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Ci sono oggetti distrutti e schiacciati
dal principio, senza motivo, in me:
l’ombrello che non sta aperto, il violino
fuori uso e i sandali coi cinturini rotti,
il rubinetto intasato, il flauto
sfiatato, la lampada consumata.</div>
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Eppure non mi perdo di morale,
l’ira non mi trascina, né mi tormento
come una volta, anzi mi auguro
di potermi riempire
di quelle cose inutili,
restando distrutto e schiacciato,
in questo trovando il mio orgoglio.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Prangi su coru miu , </span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">prangi lagrima de fogu ,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">de talli scempiu umanu</span><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">deu no tengiarregodu .</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Chi pensu a cussu logu ,<br />prenu de birdi e de speranza ,<br />immoi a du biri iaicci ,<br />s'anima mia est ' affranta .</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />De matta secollari ,<br />prenu fuada su boscu miu ,<br />ta bella cosa fuada<br />a passillai inguni<br />finzas'attrigadiu .</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Orgogliu de Nuradda ,<br />ta bellu s'arregodu<br />deu dui giogau a pittiu ,<br />immoi nieddu e tristu<br />pari su coru miu ;</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Immoi tanti abbrusciau ,<br />eppuru viollentau ,<br />de m'auguru de coru<br />chi a fattu custu gestu<br />po sempri sia dannau ;</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Deu ollu ringraziai<br />a unu a unu immoi<br />du siaboll'imprassai,<br />a cussu vollontariusu<br />chi quasi scetti armausu<br />de forza e de coraggiu ,<br />a rischiu de sa fida ,<br />sa idda anti salvau .</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Immoi deppeu proteggi<br />su pagu chi est'abarrau ,<br />un oasi in du desertu ,<br />afflittu e abbrusciau ;</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Cui s'ungasa e finza cun i dentisi ,<br />immoi deppeu proteggi<br />su birdi chi est abarrau ,<br />commenti iausu a proteggi<br />u fillu nostu amau ;</span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />U desideriu mannu deu<br />tengiu immoi in su coru ,<br />deu primma de mi morri<br />iabolli torrai a biri<br />su BIRDI chi arregodu ,<br />u paradisu in terra ,<br />de s'anima ristoru ;</span></span><br />
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SA DEFENZAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17278259506719410253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815566245473661549.post-35531395920409871972013-08-22T03:29:00.002-07:002013-08-22T03:31:42.912-07:00I obrescit fitianu…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I obrescit fitianu</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">asuba ‘e is undas nostas</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">chen”e pasu.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Ma giai di atesu tui</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">fridu</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">s’esperu ‘e su sentidu.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />Stimau, m’ap’a<br />pratziri s’anima in duas<br />perras<br />cun annugiu estremau,<br />i ap’a fai vela<br />faci a su disterru,<br />portu chena luxerras<br />aundi mai si pasiant<br />is caus.<br /><br />De ingunis fueddus<br />mai naus ap’a cantai<br />chi ti lompant santzinaus<br />de is undas longas.<br /><br />E tambeni t’ap’a stimai<br />de ingunis, anima bella.<br /><br />E donnia bentu<br />e donnia<br />barca chi at a torrai<br />t’at a nai su coru<br />‘e circhiolla, sa bellesa<br />arrosa de follita, s’asula<br />arrexini de cristallu<br />de custa nea po tui<br />aguantada pipìa.<br /><br />No at essiri mai duenna<br />sbisurìa de issa e totu .<br /><br />Ma cussu portu est<br />atesu. Tui no mi lessis<br />andai: stringimì sa manu.<br />Est obrescendi, no bis?<br /><br />I obrescit fitianu…</span><br />
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