tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309913282009-02-20T21:22:38.541-08:00la gorgonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03427136461133842374noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30991328.post-1157743017034957462006-09-08T12:14:00.000-07:002006-09-08T12:16:57.036-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/1600/mani.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/320/mani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30991328-115774301703495746?l=lagorgona.blogspot.com'/></div>la gorgonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03427136461133842374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30991328.post-1157742589119713212006-09-08T12:06:00.000-07:002006-09-08T12:13:43.830-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/1600/40976_PE133175_S4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/320/40976_PE133175_S4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Il sole mi ha sputato in faccia il mattino<br />la città silenziosa sembrava immersa in un mare di organza<br />tutto era sordo<br />il suo respiro arrivava a me come una coltellata in mezzo agli occhi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30991328-115774258911971321?l=lagorgona.blogspot.com'/></div>la gorgonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03427136461133842374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30991328.post-1155235192873027342006-08-10T11:37:00.000-07:002006-08-10T12:58:11.420-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/1600/armonia%20di%20nuvole%20e%20rami.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/320/armonia%20di%20nuvole%20e%20rami.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Il tuo sangue che scorre fra i miei piedi mi disseta<br />Il tuo sguardo implorante la mia pietà mi sazia<br />Il tuo ultimo respiro mi da pace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30991328-115523519287302734?l=lagorgona.blogspot.com'/></div>la gorgonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03427136461133842374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30991328.post-1152654696516591502006-07-11T14:50:00.000-07:002006-07-11T14:51:36.516-07:00ci sono delle volte in cui perdo il senso della realtà<br />lo spazio attorno a me sembra colorato<br />tutto è diverso irreale<br />a volte<br />solo a volte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30991328-115265469651659150?l=lagorgona.blogspot.com'/></div>la gorgonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03427136461133842374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30991328.post-1152654551728270602006-07-11T14:46:00.000-07:002006-07-11T14:49:11.736-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/1600/medusa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7635/3334/400/medusa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30991328-115265455172827060?l=lagorgona.blogspot.com'/></div>la gorgonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03427136461133842374noreply@blogger.com0