tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46950471360640259702012-02-16T06:21:31.532-08:00Bersnnoreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-57153044244522837662007-07-02T11:35:00.001-07:002007-09-15T01:35:44.448-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RuuZVA44orI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9iCRZSMQyRc/s1600-h/gru.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RuuZVA44orI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9iCRZSMQyRc/s200/gru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110346788476854962" border="0" /></a>Gli uccelli cantano<br /><br />nel buio.<br /><br />- Alba piovosa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-5715304424452283766?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-78986020790398450412006-07-05T07:56:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:29:37.363-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruv5-Q44oxI/AAAAAAAAArk/jteG2PfkMNY/s1600-h/Koryusai.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruv5-Q44oxI/AAAAAAAAArk/jteG2PfkMNY/s320/Koryusai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110453050262725394" border="0" /></a>Vedendo i tuoi piedi nudi e fragili<br />penso che i fiori siano le orme<br />dei passi dell'estate.<br /><br />I tuoi tracciano leggermente<br />sulla sabbia<br />la storia delle loro avventure,<br />una storia che, passando,<br />la brezza cancella.<br /><br />Vieni, fai scivolare sul mio cuore<br />questi teneri piedi!<br /><br />Lascia un'impronta duratura<br />sulla via<br />del paese dei miei sogni.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-7898602079039845041?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-38569553660321465652006-01-04T09:05:00.000-08:002008-01-04T09:07:34.022-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/R35nfVF2_KI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7vH4EYQXfHU/s1600-h/082+Moon-viewing+Point+Hiroshige.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/R35nfVF2_KI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7vH4EYQXfHU/s200/082+Moon-viewing+Point+Hiroshige.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151668811693751458" border="0" /></a>Addormentato sul cavallo<br />scorgo, tra sogno e alba,<br />la luna lontana e il fumo del tè.<br /><br /><br />Matsuo Basho<br /><br />(1644-1694)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-3856955366032146565?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-68691081927011244762005-11-11T05:16:00.000-08:002007-10-11T05:24:17.255-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Rw4UcXRvv-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/5qrI3cjRxmM/s1600-h/023+Chiyogaike+Pond,+Meguro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Rw4UcXRvv-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/5qrI3cjRxmM/s200/023+Chiyogaike+Pond,+Meguro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120052303884173282" border="0" /></a>questa cascata<br />salta forte dal monte<br />con tante foglie<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Viorel Romanciuc<br />della scuola: elementare-3 A-Parini<br />Torino</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">dal sito: <a href="http://haiku.cascinamacondo.com/site/elenco_haiku.asp?pagina=9&amp;id=autore">cascinamacondo.com</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-6869108192701124476?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-45582166199291847482005-10-05T07:37:00.000-07:002007-10-05T07:40:57.029-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RwZMjHRvv5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/WdPbVZ2_tJ8/s1600-h/080+Kanasugi+Bridge+and+Shibaura,+hiroshige.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RwZMjHRvv5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/WdPbVZ2_tJ8/s200/080+Kanasugi+Bridge+and+Shibaura,+hiroshige.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117862192685760402" border="0" /></a>E' la tua festa:<br />dal cielo, oggi, piove<br />solo l'amore.<br /><br />[dal blog <a href="http://appuntiscomposti.splinder.com/tag/haiku">appuntiscomposti</a>.splinder.com]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-4558216619929184748?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-63776342199464276212005-05-04T08:56:00.000-07:002008-01-04T08:59:58.279-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/R35lkVF2_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/SmuoODOrD9c/s1600-h/083+Shinagawa+Susaki+Hiroshige_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/R35lkVF2_II/AAAAAAAAA7I/SmuoODOrD9c/s200/083+Shinagawa+Susaki+Hiroshige_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151666698569841794" border="0" /></a>Il mio paese:<br />benché sia piccolo,<br />i boschi sono miei.<br /><br />Issa<br /><br />(1762-1826)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-6377634219946427621?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-62873855483552445412005-01-07T08:23:00.000-08:002007-11-07T08:25:09.825-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RzHmpldTooI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RLlZ4IZV0ok/s1600-h/019+Dam+on+the+Otonashi+River+at+Oji.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RzHmpldTooI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RLlZ4IZV0ok/s200/019+Dam+on+the+Otonashi+River+at+Oji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130135052655764098" border="0" /></a>Chi sente la magia della selvaggia e ritmica melodia delle cascate, l'eco delle rocce, i canti degli uccelli ed il vento tra i pini, vive in armonia con l'universo.<br /><br />Enos Mills<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-6287385548355244541?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-77253512930605382962004-11-25T22:35:00.000-08:002007-09-15T08:36:50.476-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruv72Q44oyI/AAAAAAAAArw/szobFrjuBC4/s1600-h/Cherry+tree,+Hiroshige.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruv72Q44oyI/AAAAAAAAArw/szobFrjuBC4/s200/Cherry+tree,+Hiroshige.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110455111847027490" border="0" /></a>La bella luna<br /><br />lasciata dal ladro<br /><br />alla finestra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-7725351293060538296?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-85191011843187921662003-01-15T02:17:00.000-08:002007-09-15T02:27:36.063-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruulbg44otI/AAAAAAAAArE/yMWb3o_5w24/s1600-h/hiroshige,+luna+piena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruulbg44otI/AAAAAAAAArE/yMWb3o_5w24/s200/hiroshige,+luna+piena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110360094285538002" border="0" /></a>Come pesano queste giornate!<br />Non c'è fuoco che possa scaldare,<br />non c'è sole che rida per me,<br />solo il vuoto c'è,<br />solo le cose gelide e spietate,<br />e perfino le chiare<br />stelle mi guardano sconsolate<br />da quando ho saputo nel cuore<br />che anche l'amore muore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-8519101184318792166?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-31873516360667395112003-01-04T09:00:00.000-08:002008-01-04T09:04:35.311-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/R35mvFF2_JI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Hr3FwrW4m8U/s1600-h/024+New+Fuji,+Meguro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/R35mvFF2_JI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Hr3FwrW4m8U/s200/024+New+Fuji,+Meguro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151667982765063314" border="0" /></a>Profumo di fiori di pruno:<br />sorge improvviso il sole<br />sul sentiero di montagna.<br /><br /><br />Matsuo Basho<br /><br />(1644-1694)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-3187351636066739511?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-17742188188966220462002-10-05T08:16:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:18:42.282-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruv3sg44ovI/AAAAAAAAArU/QWjGZe5Ltsg/s1600-h/Ejiri+%28Suruga+province%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/Ruv3sg44ovI/AAAAAAAAArU/QWjGZe5Ltsg/s200/Ejiri+%28Suruga+province%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110450546296791794" border="0" /></a>Vento di Autunno<br />allo sguardo<br />tutto è haiku<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-1774218818896622046?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695047136064025970.post-47827357751459359002001-09-15T01:37:00.000-07:002007-09-15T01:38:40.681-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RuuZ9Q44osI/AAAAAAAAAq8/6flGKEpAucY/s1600-h/a+snowy+gorge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkhjf1UfEDA/RuuZ9Q44osI/AAAAAAAAAq8/6flGKEpAucY/s200/a+snowy+gorge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110347479966589634" border="0" /></a>C'ero soltanto.<br /><br />C'ero. Intorno<br /><br />mi cadeva la neve.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695047136064025970-4782735775145935900?l=demoniedei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bersnnoreply@blogger.com