tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39278444314405858072011-11-22T10:34:14.366+01:00claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.comBlogger2031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-55551242436236031022010-12-27T13:39:00.001+01:002010-12-27T13:39:42.428+01:00nel silenzio<br />dello stomaco<br />i gabbiani<br />angeli<br />dalla risata<br />contagiosa<br />pioggia<br />silenziosa<br />e dissetante<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5555124243623603102?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-87925133774522419972010-12-19T13:41:00.002+01:002010-12-19T13:54:05.242+01:00dell'odore<br />di una notte<br />una finestra aperta<br />sulla città<br />il freddo ubriaco<br />addormentato<br />sulle mie spalle<br />leggera<br />la notte<br />mi stringe<br />affamato<br />la mordo<br />divorandola e proteggendola<br />il profumo della notte<br />mi rimane<br />tra le dita<br />congelate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8792513377452241997?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-83424549574431406222010-11-21T20:06:00.002+01:002010-11-21T20:09:23.262+01:00bussano<br />toc toc<br />alla porta<br />di carta<br />un buco<br />nel pavimento<br />troppo swing<br />sulla mia testa<br />alzato il gomito<br />parassita<br />di felicità<br />scale<br />scalini<br />scalzi<br />nel mistero<br />piovoso<br />del sonno<br />dell'ansia<br />di me<br />in frac<br />nel rock<br />toc toc<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8342454957443140622?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-47755507721839911412010-11-03T00:04:00.002+01:002010-11-03T00:09:24.078+01:00del se<br />del sentiero<br />dei passi nascosti<br />ritrovo le tracce<br />di un fiume ribelle<br />sotto le ombre<br />riposano<br />spenti<br />i fulmini<br />ormai deboli<br />di dei e di buffoni<br />una mano<br />disegna<br />i tornanti<br />tortuosi<br />su monti<br />di sabbia<br />con cime<br />in diamante<br />risalgono<br />lente<br />le dita<br />il crinale<br />senza fiato<br />la vista<br />senza occhio<br />il respiro<br />sottratto<br />ritratto<br />messo in bottiglia<br />conservo<br />in silenzio<br />un attimo<br />un se<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4775550772183991141?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-24137454385976862812010-11-03T00:00:00.002+01:002010-11-03T00:04:08.748+01:00inondando<br />le mani<br />di un liquido caldo<br />abbandono<br />il peso<br />nel mare profondo<br />distendo<br />le gambe<br />ritrovo<br />l'orrore<br />il risveglio nel sonno<br />l'odore<br />il forziere<br />di sogni<br />mai usati<br />risolvo<br />i dettagli<br />in formule magiche<br />annego<br />la testa<br />in nuvole e fumo<br />rifletto<br />il compasso<br />del cerchio<br />del se<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2413745438597686281?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-68677375735184910172010-11-01T20:35:00.002+01:002010-11-01T20:39:12.448+01:00che la notte<br />riscaldi<br />del ghiaccio<br />i miei polsi<br />che infonda<br />coraggio<br />nell'acciaio<br />del cuore<br />che spezzi<br />insolente<br />silenzi<br />solari<br />che spenga<br />il sorriso<br />del ladro<br />di tempo<br />che imprima<br />col fuoco<br />le stelle<br />negli occhi<br />di chi<br />già non nato<br />rincorre<br />l'orrore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6867737573518491017?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-60317822699973880562010-10-31T20:24:00.002+01:002010-10-31T20:28:53.279+01:00un'aurora<br />voglio raccontare<br />una testa in bianco<br />un occhio di ghiaccio<br />il passo lento<br />deciso<br />il sorriso<br />dell'infinito<br />la vita nelle parole<br />la forza del silenzio<br />la paura del buio<br />di nuovo<br />ogni giorno<br />ogni mattina<br />c'è un'aurora<br />che mi cerca<br />e mi protegge<br />ingrato<br />vivo il giorno<br />vivo la notte<br />in lei di più<br />di tutto<br />di vero amore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6031782269997388056?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-43204886161730742402010-10-31T01:18:00.002+02:002010-10-31T01:21:19.287+02:00nuovo<br />un respiro<br />tolto<br />un secondo<br />in meno<br />della sacra<br />notte<br />un respiro<br />cerco<br />da ogni mondo<br />sfuggo<br />ritrovo<br />vuoti<br />i miei pensieri<br />di nuovo<br />sabbia<br />a colazione<br />di nuovo<br />noi<br />in un burrone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4320488616173074240?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-26774305924299492592010-10-29T09:56:00.001+02:002010-10-29T09:57:45.104+02:00della luce<br />della chiave<br />della combinazione<br />delle mille idee<br />dei tuoi occhi<br />dello scatto<br />del tesoro<br />del sogno<br />del sole<br />dell'inizio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2677430592429949259?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-1578709803412517732010-10-21T00:39:00.002+02:002010-10-21T00:43:48.763+02:00piccola<br />arrotolata<br />ti trovo<br />tra le mie mani<br />delicato<br />ti stringo<br />e sento le spine<br />il veleno<br />tuo<br />che mi addormenta<br />srotolo la notte<br />sul mio letto<br />e dormo<br />un sonno<br />di ansia<br />e passione<br />sbatto<br />le porte<br />le pietre<br />i piedi<br />scalzo<br />un sogno<br />cerca<br />l'uscita<br />il cielo<br />richiudo<br />il vetro<br />della mia notte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-157870980341251773?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-42752584586403999362010-10-20T00:15:00.002+02:002010-10-20T00:18:51.606+02:00denso<br />ripenso<br />il sangue<br />scortico<br />le mani<br />sporche<br />sudo<br />il mio piacere<br />scopro<br />ogni attesa<br />lego<br />la mia voce<br />corda<br />di capelli e sabbia<br />fermo<br />il tempo<br />il sonno<br />chino<br />sul bianco<br />perfido<br />di un altro<br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4275258458640399936?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-56529829939438905752010-10-19T00:45:00.002+02:002010-10-19T00:50:32.979+02:00come di foglie e vento<br />respirano i pensieri<br />riempiono paure<br />distruggono le mura<br />di questa casa<br />antica<br />di ogni santo sogno<br />di ogni sonno in mare<br />annego i miei pensieri<br />nel vuoto del mio mare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5652982993943890575?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-78837614181748904962010-10-18T00:05:00.002+02:002010-10-18T00:15:26.742+02:00un flusso initerrotto<br />di lettere e respiri<br />l'amore fatto tempo<br />a tempo di risata<br />ignoro il mio finale<br />riscrivo le battute<br />nel bacio tutto il ritmo<br />nel sangue le parole<br />prelevo nel profondo<br />la sabbia del mio letto<br />impasto il nuovo inizio<br />richiudo la mia mente<br />nel sogno più reale<br />possiedo la tua voce<br />la scopro nuda e densa<br />ignoro il tuo finale<br />già pronto a recitare<br />battute solo mie<br />battute da scoprire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7883761418174890496?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-51856824649898009892010-10-17T23:59:00.002+02:002010-10-18T00:04:24.720+02:00nevrotica<br />la notte<br />si arriccia<br />alle mie mani<br />scende<br />l'abbraccio triste<br />del vento freddo<br />su una coppia di stelle<br />vedo<br />senza limiti<br />un futuro intenso<br />di neve e sale<br />cade<br />tra le mie mani<br />il sogno infranto<br />senza domani<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5185682464989800989?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-52649178370564987562010-10-16T20:44:00.001+02:002010-10-16T20:46:34.796+02:00forte<br />rientra<br />l'amaro<br />in me<br />riprende<br />la strada<br />del dolce<br />nulla<br />del dolce<br />senso<br />l'amaro<br />in me<br />forte<br />di nulla<br />chiedo<br />ragione<br />e notte<br />di senso<br />e te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5264917837056498756?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-61102088955331174912010-10-15T23:30:00.002+02:002010-10-15T23:47:05.554+02:00stanco<br />nell'attesa del sonno<br />ritrovo<br />il mio tempo<br />dipinto di nuovo<br />impasto le ore<br />in nuove sculture<br />lancette e quadranti<br />si fanno d'attesa<br />di dolce rilievo<br />di pelle un profumo<br />distillo i secondi<br />innaffio i pensieri<br />con gocce di te<br />che dormi<br />in passione<br />che scegli del tempo<br />le ore migliori<br />ne mangi la crosta<br />ne annusi il sapore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6110208895533117491?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-77237081500923714432010-10-14T23:49:00.002+02:002010-10-14T23:55:42.269+02:00Facciamo un gioco<br />il gioco dell'ora.<br />Ora<br />spengo la luce<br />e sparisco<br />nel buio.<br />Ora<br />apro l'ombrello.<br />Ora<br />mi fermo<br />ed ascolto.<br />Ora<br />in silenzio<br />asciugo<br />le tue lacrime.<br />Ora<br />rileggo<br />una vecchia poesia<br />che sa di mare.<br />Ora<br />ne scrivo una nuova<br />che sa di un gusto<br />amaro<br />e buono.<br />Ora<br />le parole e i fatti<br />sono medicina.<br />Ora<br />il bicchiere<br />è sempre pieno<br />e il singhiozzo<br />è ormai lontano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7723708150092371443?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-8600329969949103752010-10-14T02:32:00.002+02:002010-10-14T02:35:17.996+02:00è inutile<br />coprirsi<br />quando<br />inebriante<br />scende<br />la notte<br />è inutile<br />fermarsi<br />ad aspettare<br />l'ultimo autobus<br />quando<br />ormai<br />scende<br />la notte<br />nulla<br />tranne<br />l'esplosione<br />dei miei timpani<br />nulla<br />può svegliarmi<br />adesso<br />dal sonno<br />rosso<br />di una notte<br />di pioggia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-860032996994910375?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-50065010084979901562010-10-10T22:45:00.002+02:002010-10-10T22:54:34.056+02:00non si allenta<br />la notte<br />arrampicata<br />tra i rami<br />di un giorno<br />d'autunno<br />il vento scompiglia<br />parole e pensieri<br />neri riflessi<br />di nuvole e vino<br />affondano dense<br />le mani<br />nel piombo<br />modellano<br />un'anima<br />un dardo<br />una spada<br />respiro un sospiro<br />l'odore dei rovi<br />ormai spettinati<br />da frutti nascosti<br />inciampo nell'aria<br />rovescio il bicchiere<br />di musica e notte<br />mi coloro<br />le mani<br />d'un nuovo<br />tremore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5006501008497990156?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-1448992412425686142010-10-10T04:34:00.003+02:002010-10-10T04:38:25.664+02:00forse<br />è l'ora<br />di lasciare che il tempo<br />faccia il suo giro<br />intorno al mondo<br />fermare<br />ogni pensiero<br />vivere<br />quel secondo<br />di vetro<br />di serratura aperta<br />e chiusa<br />in un batter di ciglia<br />quel vuoto di fulmine<br />riempito di ombre<br />quel sogno<br />di ghiaccio<br />già sciolto<br />gustato<br />arenato<br />tra le lingue<br />degli angeli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-144899241242568614?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-6211294761105147102010-10-04T00:39:00.002+02:002010-10-04T00:43:05.766+02:00ricordo<br />le mani infrante<br />di dolce sangue<br />respirano<br />ormai inondate<br />di nuovo ghiaccio<br />riprendono<br />il vecchio fuoco<br />che scioglie il vento<br />in riccioli di notte<br />pura<br />sgorga la voce<br />rimane instabile<br />si fa già musica<br />torna<br />di ombre e di sera<br />la stretta forte<br />del solo abbraccio<br />di nuovo ghiaccio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-621129476110514710?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-59051506613665616632010-09-27T21:26:00.002+02:002010-09-27T21:30:59.640+02:00che scenda<br />che scendano<br />le tue mani<br />intrecciando<br />il fumo<br />di un cuore arrosto<br />tentato<br />dal salto<br />in alto<br />scalata e scivolo<br />verso di te<br />inerte<br />fermo<br />il cuore cotto<br />sbaraglia<br />i tavoli<br />di mille cene<br />e una bottiglia<br />ormai svuotata<br />e una bottiglia<br />che suona vuota<br />rimbalza fragile<br />lo sguardo muto<br />ti voglio prendere<br />sincero<br />libero<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5905150661366561663?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-57546511717786247312010-09-24T01:24:00.002+02:002010-09-24T01:26:16.848+02:00pillole<br />in gradi fahrenheit<br />ustioni multiple<br />forse impossibili<br />incerte tremano<br />le mani stupide<br />incerte spengono<br />candele ormai<br />improprie strillano<br />le palpebre restano<br />incollate vibrano<br />cercano te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5754651171778624731?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-18555080182618442752010-09-22T20:05:00.004+02:002010-09-22T20:11:59.419+02:00immagina<br />le stelle nel bicchiere<br />immagina<br />un vino misto a pioggia<br />immagina<br />la danza delle ore<br />immagina<br />il sapore di un nuovo amore<br />immagina<br />le nuvole cariche di sogni<br />immagina<br />caduta esilarante<br />immagina<br />un genio e la sua lampada<br />immagina<br />un unico senso, perduto<br />immagina<br />parole<br />versate in grandi calici<br />bevute in compagnia<br />immagina<br />ormai ebbri della notte<br />trafugare la nuova alba<br />fermare il sole<br />immagina<br />il momento<br />degli occhi ormai uniti<br />di palpebre e di labbra<br />immagina<br />ormai<br />la rabbia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1855508018261844275?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-63251836474720020292010-09-20T23:46:00.002+02:002010-09-20T23:48:48.549+02:00lascia<br />lo spazio<br />per una porta<br />aperta a fatica<br />vortici<br />la mano<br />disegna<br />annoda<br />promesse e maniglie<br />perde<br />il treno<br />la strada<br />binario di ferro<br />di lacrime<br />di lento tramonto<br />tramortito<br />tremendo<br />d'incerto<br />finale<br />non notte<br />non alba<br />non solo<br />non me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6325183647472002029?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-32312759086434357052010-09-13T20:39:00.002+02:002010-09-13T20:42:41.094+02:00voglia<br />di una pioggia<br />di notte<br />voglia<br />di un bicchiere<br />di ghiaccio<br />sciolgo<br />le parole<br />effervescenti<br />i pensieri<br />già ieri<br />già ora<br />tracanno<br />ingordo<br />le stelle<br />più buie<br />inutile<br />denso<br />lo stomaco<br />stringe<br />pupilla<br />le mani<br />richiudono<br />e fremono<br />pupilla<br />sbattuta<br />impregnata<br />di te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3231275908643435705?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-73582473222317732942010-09-07T22:17:00.001+02:002010-09-07T22:19:37.366+02:00in respiro<br />fuori<br />di profondo<br />e lento<br />tremano<br />tavoli e sedie<br />in pazienza<br />nasce<br />un occhio<br />aperto<br />profugo<br />di mare<br />in onda<br />scorrono<br />distinte<br />in fermo<br />forte<br />la luce<br />spenta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7358247322231773294?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-82845256862511532982010-08-11T23:46:00.002+02:002010-08-11T23:50:30.041+02:00nel silenzio<br />sboccia<br />l'odore<br />dei giorni<br />cresciuti<br />tra gli occhi<br />e i ricordi<br />impressi<br />a scadenza<br />sul vetro<br />di ieri<br />risolto<br />il problema<br />del ricordo<br />smarrito<br />calpesta<br />l'ombra<br />di un giorno<br />passato<br />tutto<br />è già<br />fermo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8284525686251153298?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-65704367900563627092010-08-07T01:04:00.002+02:002010-08-07T01:09:03.052+02:00da lontano<br />il mare<br />risponde<br />alle domande<br />di questa notte<br />acida<br />e lenta<br />improvvisa<br />salvo<br />ancora no<br />un'onda<br />risale<br />alle caviglie<br />stringe<br />impazzita<br />le mie idee<br />nutrita<br />ritorna<br />alle lente<br />sculture<br />fermo<br />bagnato<br />rimango<br />bagnato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6570436790056362709?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-88038875042135224382010-07-30T23:03:00.002+02:002010-07-30T23:08:39.370+02:00inconsistente<br />la tua mano<br />nasconde<br />il tuo viso<br />inutili<br />i miei sguardi<br />si divincolano<br />tra le tue dita<br />raddoppiate<br />di ubriaco<br />sonno<br />incantano<br />le leggere frasi<br />d'aria calda<br />rimosse<br />sul bianco<br />di pareti<br />d'estate<br />purga<br />la mente<br />di sabbia<br />di ricordi<br />di un viaggio<br />ferma<br />sull'orlo<br />di un libro<br />di un pozzo<br />di passato<br />di un cappio<br />di mani<br />di nodi<br />di noi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8803887504213522438?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-19849495025136204392010-07-22T00:51:00.002+02:002010-07-22T00:55:50.976+02:00deserto<br />desunto<br />desiderato<br />tuo<br />deserto<br />desiderio<br />disseminato<br />improprio<br />come granello<br />d'acqua<br />deserto<br />domato<br />durato<br />dentro<br />te<br />diserto<br />deserti<br />di te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1984949502513620439?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-7666035753692489332010-07-20T15:48:00.002+02:002010-07-20T15:54:35.791+02:00della tristezza<br />dei tuoi occhi<br />bevo<br />il succo<br />spremuto<br />la notte<br />socchiuse<br />le imposte<br />dei miei giorni<br />filtra<br />l'odore<br />della tua pelle<br />tra le tende<br />immobili<br />pronto<br />il disco<br />lento<br />da ballare<br />al tramonto<br />solo<br />apparecchio<br />un tavolo<br />di una sera<br />sul fiume<br />spremuta<br />la tristezza<br />dei tuoi occhi<br />spremuto<br />il sospiro<br />sulla riva<br />del fiume<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-766603575369248933?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-26044605860526757782010-07-14T01:01:00.003+02:002010-07-14T01:15:59.939+02:00la preghiera<br />dei tuoi occhi<br />forse<br />una visione<br />dei miei<br />ormai di nebbia<br />ormai di rabbia<br />la preghiera<br />dolce<br />leggera<br />punizione<br />lieve<br />incurante<br />delle ferite<br />sale<br />incostante<br />il brivido<br />delle urla<br />della furia<br />dell'insonnia<br />della<br />lenta<br />discesa<br />agli inferi<br />della carne<br />sotterra<br />ogni ricerca<br />ogni indizio<br />ogni senso<br />lascia<br />solo<br />il ghiaccio<br />a raffreddare<br />le lenzuola<br />tra poco sarà<br />giorno<br />le mani<br />ormai sciolte<br />i nodi<br />bagnati<br />di noi<br />i cuscini<br />svuotati<br />intrecciati<br />smembrati<br />scuciti<br />sbattuti<br />deformi<br />increduli<br />gli occhi<br />potranno<br />richiudersi<br />trovare<br />la strada<br />di un lento<br />risveglio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2604460586052675778?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-1780288236390210642010-07-13T22:43:00.003+02:002010-07-13T22:54:04.990+02:00ingrata<br />la notte<br />chiusa<br />a chiave<br />corde<br />sospese<br />al vento<br />suonate<br />note<br />nate<br />dal buio<br />pesto<br />pestato<br />rinchiuso<br />gelido<br />misto<br />a sabbia<br />sordo<br />sordo<br />al canto<br />ingiusto<br />dell'alba<br />di neve<br />di vuoti<br />a perdere<br />persi<br />per strada<br />briciole<br />di vento<br />mangiate<br />dal tempo<br />ormai<br />senza<br />meta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-178028823639021064?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-89072416375519987902010-07-11T22:42:00.003+02:002010-07-11T22:48:33.377+02:00i tuoi occhi<br />mi raccontano<br />ancora<br />la storia<br />della ballerina<br />sospesa<br />nel tendone<br />del circo<br />del vento<br />che le rubò<br />l'amore<br />della notte<br />che le regalò<br />il coraggio<br />della luna<br />che la vestì<br />di ombre<br />delle stelle<br />che le diedero<br />il sorriso<br />della terra<br />che bevve<br />le sue lacrime<br />del sole<br />che le rubò<br />l'anima<br />del mare<br />che la spogliò<br />e la fece donna<br />del tramonto<br />che le disse<br />parole<br />d'autunno<br />di te<br />che ancora balli<br />schiava del tuo circo<br />libera ad ogni passo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8907241637551998790?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-21870657664618433912010-07-11T01:14:00.002+02:002010-07-11T01:21:56.533+02:00tremante<br />ogni parole<br />inutile<br />falsa<br />gonfia<br />d'una rabbia<br />d'amore<br />soffoca<br />leggera<br />le pagine<br />del libro<br />scritto<br />nascosto<br />in cassetti<br />di sabbia<br />e sangue<br />lurida<br />la mente<br />inciampa<br />sui cavi<br />tesi<br />di una corrente<br />amica<br />scossa<br />la mano<br />trema<br />versa<br />liquore<br />su ferite<br />di caccia<br />profonda<br />focosa<br />la notte<br />passata<br />un bacio<br />rimane<br />sui nostri<br />bicchieri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2187065766461843391?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-1684648162168659602010-07-08T17:13:00.003+02:002010-07-08T17:20:35.384+02:00squilla<br />indelebile<br />il richiamo<br />di te<br />sibila<br />nell'erba<br />il sapore<br />sognato<br />di un'attesa<br />fremente<br />su sabbia<br />che brucia<br />il desiderio<br />viscido<br />e puro<br />di amore<br />violento<br />voluto<br />violato<br />volendo<br />cinico<br />il mare<br />mi chiama<br />sale<br />povero<br />gobbo<br />imperlato<br />di rabbia<br />declino<br />l'invito<br />sotterro<br />i miei resti<br />inutile<br />il sogno<br />solo<br />il mare<br />resiste<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-168464816216865960?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-34860814033105715472010-07-08T01:27:00.002+02:002010-07-08T01:32:39.036+02:00lungo<br />inutile<br />silenzio<br />suonato<br />a morte<br />limpide<br />sane<br />stelle<br />rinchiudono<br />sogni<br />di tasti<br />e parole<br />bianche<br />e nere<br />ritmo<br />di polpastrelli<br />mondo<br />di disegno<br />polvere<br />incastonata<br />tra virgole<br />e parentesi<br />sorriso<br />di lontano<br />ricordo<br />smonto<br />ogni<br />podio<br />diritto<br />alla meta<br />corre<br />solitario<br />il mio<br />teschio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3486081403310571547?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-48540540799050908432010-07-06T00:42:00.003+02:002010-07-06T00:51:28.479+02:00di un respiro<br />il cammino<br />flebile<br />di ricordi<br />di un caldo<br />avvolgente<br />le risate<br />del destino<br />della roccia<br />incredule<br />crepuscolo<br />di pianto<br />e un sole<br />bugiardo<br />bagna<br />la fronte<br />alla dea<br />stupida<br />cieca<br />morta<br />senza fatica<br />adesso<br />solo<br />un rumore<br />scuote<br />le notti<br />inutili<br />la mente<br />svuotata<br />risuona<br />richiama<br />la fuga<br />in tasca<br />nient'altro<br />che fuga<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4854054079905090843?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-78695936551209787142010-07-05T14:39:00.002+02:002010-07-05T14:42:54.907+02:00eccolo<br />il ritorno<br />eccolo<br />il contorno<br />amaro<br />di un pasto<br />indigesto<br />scivoloso<br />ignobile<br />che la notte<br />ripulisca<br />ogni granello<br />di sabbia<br />di rabbia<br />di inutile<br />battere<br />lento<br />di cuore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7869593655120978714?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-87924231612074454542010-07-05T00:24:00.003+02:002010-07-05T00:28:34.306+02:00nuovo<br />di nuovo<br />rinnovo<br />le molle<br />il canto<br />marea<br />di scogli<br />e luna<br />un gabbiano<br />canta<br />risveglia<br />di nuovo<br />in nuovo<br />salpa<br />la nave<br />di stella<br />in stella<br />viola<br />sul mare<br />azzurro<br />pupille<br />e fari<br />lontani<br />dolci<br />bugiardi<br />più dolci<br />fari<br />stanchi<br />solo<br />la luna<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8792423161207445454?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-24692878877050868182010-07-04T18:34:00.002+02:002010-07-04T18:38:56.828+02:00del mare<br />la profondità<br />ritorna<br />seduce<br />illumina<br />un pensiero<br />scarno<br />povero<br />inutile<br />del vuoto<br />di ogni cosa<br />torno a sorridere<br />del senso<br />dell'assenza<br />torno a sorridere<br />annego<br />nel bicchiere<br />ogni sano<br />principio<br />rigurgito<br />i miei sogni<br />forse<br />in sogno<br />fuggirò<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2469287887705086818?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-61454702157836103672010-07-04T14:09:00.002+02:002010-07-04T14:13:51.608+02:00incantato<br />dalle spire<br />di cielo<br />sospendo<br />ogni pensiero<br />inutile<br />reagire<br />all'incanto<br />del sole torrido<br />che spezza<br />ogni<br />speranza<br />la scioglie<br />la consuma<br />non un filo<br />d'aria<br />riaccende<br />il desiderio<br />di dignità<br />non suona<br />quel disco<br />che leggero<br />mi sorprende<br />non sono sveglio<br />ormai<br />l'attesa<br />è di domani<br />di<br />domani<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6145470215783610367?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-53289827026424702702010-07-02T20:46:00.003+02:002010-07-02T20:55:48.934+02:00ecco<br />il sudore<br />bagna<br />le palpebre<br />dipinge<br />il tuo volto<br />ripulisce<br />i tuoi occhi<br />di un sano<br />pianto<br />di sole<br />e di un cuore<br />che batte<br />a tempo<br />di tango<br />ballato<br />in silenzio<br />nell'ombra<br />ritaglio<br />di un giorno<br />intaglio<br />nel tempo<br />sottile<br />effimero<br />un gesto<br />potente<br />abbraccio<br />di roccia<br />e un bacio<br />di ghiaccio<br />profondo<br />tremante<br />risale<br />la schiena<br />riscopre<br />il tuo collo<br />invade<br />la pelle<br />come<br />sabbia<br />e marea<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5328982702642470270?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-516596622240531172010-07-02T00:01:00.002+02:002010-07-02T00:05:50.958+02:00indecente<br />l'intenzione<br />di distruggermi<br />in un colpo<br />in un volo<br />in un senso<br />gravitando<br />verso lei<br />perforando<br />la mia carne<br />comprimendo<br />ogni pensiero<br />in un verbo<br />in un dono<br />in un solo<br />fiammifero<br />che conta i secondi<br />di un furto<br />di labbra<br />suicide<br />di marmo<br />di cenere<br />già spente<br />lontane<br />nel fumo<br />fastidioso<br />dei miei pensieri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-51659662224053117?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-52346178011327916452010-06-30T00:18:00.002+02:002010-06-30T00:21:37.954+02:00sporca<br />e mediocre<br />qualche ambizione<br />si spezza<br />sotto<br />i miei passi<br />imbratta<br />l'ora d'aria<br />che mi da<br />la pioggia<br />ogni giorno<br />svuoto<br />le mie mani<br />di schiaffi<br />insanguinati<br />di viltà<br />sporco<br />le pareti<br />di inchiostro<br />sprecato<br />cado<br />nel torpore<br />nervoso<br />in un sonno<br />assente<br />nella paura<br />presente<br />di non uscire<br />da me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5234617801132791645?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-49536894395282669782010-06-27T20:58:00.003+02:002010-06-27T21:00:03.474+02:00mi manca<br />solo un po'<br />di quell'aria<br />quella<br />che respiriamo<br />insieme<br />bevendola<br />fino in fondo<br />immergendoci<br />come sassi<br />nel denso<br />ricordo<br />di un presente<br />potente<br />quell'aria<br />leggera<br />di parole e di vento<br />di nodi e sorrisi<br />appesi<br />alle stelle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4953689439528266978?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-22933886470500402802010-06-26T11:46:00.002+02:002010-06-26T11:49:21.236+02:00due<br />forse due<br />forse due forse<br />fanno un si<br />forse<br />due si<br />sono un forse<br />disastro<br />di forse<br />forti<br />del loro<br />esser forse<br />e non si<br />ma forse<br />si<br />due forse<br />sono<br />una attimo<br />di si e no<br />di scintille<br />di occhi<br />e, forse,<br />del profumo<br />di noi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2293388647050040280?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-37894425083847091802010-06-26T00:12:00.002+02:002010-06-26T00:16:52.822+02:00si gonfia<br />e si gonfia<br />il palloncino<br />del mio tremare<br />nudo<br />sulla sabbia<br />nuda<br />la schiena<br />che vedo<br />davanti a me<br />nude<br />le spalle<br />di luna<br />che<br />incredulo<br />sfioro<br />e sento<br />vive<br />vivere<br />splendono<br />i due fari<br />lenti<br />indicano<br />una strada sola<br />sola<br />la mente<br />sfugge<br />al battito<br />duro<br />delle maree<br />di giugno<br />dure<br />le parole<br />cadono<br />incidono<br />messaggi<br />raccontano<br />una notte<br />la notte<br />in cui<br />le tue ali<br />volarono via<br />e di nuovo<br />la vita<br />ti fece sua<br />e di nuovo<br />il tuo essere<br />fu arma<br />d'amore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3789442508384709180?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-88209341874004531022010-06-24T21:53:00.002+02:002010-06-24T21:58:30.446+02:00doccia<br />di lacrime<br />magari<br />bastasse<br />magari<br />mille volte<br />bagnato<br />dal cielo<br />magari<br />un bagno<br />profondo<br />di nebbia<br />perverso<br />rivolto<br />un canto<br />pervade<br />dei mari<br />scontrati<br />di rive<br />insidiate<br />magari<br />una doccia<br />potesse<br />bastare<br />magari<br />ancora<br />di lacrime<br />scelte<br />conservate<br />per oggi<br />per te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8820934187400453102?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-4946876662119135302010-06-22T20:52:00.002+02:002010-06-22T20:55:14.724+02:00non<br />mi ruberai<br />l'attimo<br />il cuore<br />il battito<br />ferma<br />sulla soglia<br />ancora<br />rimane<br />la voglia<br />bagnata<br />di pioggia<br />d'estate<br />chiusa<br />a chiave<br />la voce<br />di vecchie<br />storielle<br />finite<br />nel nulla<br />di stenti<br />muoiono<br />inermi<br />paure<br />del buio<br />paure<br />di te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-494687666211913530?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-12876906861727127942010-06-20T01:09:00.002+02:002010-06-20T01:17:02.932+02:00sbaragliato<br />ogni fulmine<br />ogni terremoto<br />sprofondato<br />ogni sonno<br />sorridente<br />e bugiardo<br />beffata<br />la paura<br />strisciante<br />in un sogno<br />colgo<br />il tuo dono<br />come nuvole<br />e petali<br />come<br />polvere<br />d'antico cielo<br />riempio<br />i polmoni<br />di un profumo<br />di leggera vaghezza<br />scalpita<br />la memoria<br />ricercando<br />la vera storia<br />riavvolgendo<br />i gesti<br />il tatto<br />ruvido e diretto<br />incollato<br />al mondo<br />con radici<br />di salmastro<br />svuoto<br />il bicchiere<br />disseto<br />lo sguardo<br />chiusi<br />sazi<br />gli occhi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1287690686172712794?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-45419183592483851282010-06-18T19:43:00.002+02:002010-06-18T19:49:51.017+02:00nessun come<br />ancora<br />nessun uguale<br />solo<br />l'ago perfetto<br />dello sguardo<br />divino<br />che gonfia e sgonfia<br />il cuore<br />di pietra<br />scavato dal mare<br />pieni<br />i miei occhi<br />di acqua salata<br />marea<br />ammaliata<br />pulita<br />spurgata<br />libero<br />il respiro<br />del bacio<br />scolpito<br />libero<br />il soffio<br />di uno sguardo<br />rubato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4541918359248385128?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-18056004777396325952010-06-18T01:06:00.002+02:002010-06-18T01:12:58.540+02:00fermiamola qui<br />questa sera<br />d'inverno<br />e nuvole<br />fermiamoci qui<br />ad aspettare<br />il tempo<br />scoppiare<br />mostruoso<br />fermati<br />coi piedi<br />nella mio ombra<br />scura<br />scova<br />pazienza<br />negli occhi miei<br />nuovi<br />trovo un mare<br />nei centimetri<br />che misuro<br />da pupilla<br />a pupilla<br />tutto<br />è destinato<br />a farsi<br />nulla<br />ma tutto<br />può<br />farsi ora<br />quando un piccolo<br />noi<br />germoglia<br />improvviso<br />in apparente assenza<br />di senso<br />d'aria<br />d'ombra<br />non muovere<br />un muscolo<br />adesso<br />è adesso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1805600477739632595?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-33778925457741876142010-06-16T16:07:00.001+02:002010-06-16T16:09:23.988+02:00va bene<br />ho capito<br />che<br />il consiglio<br />va bene<br />come cuscino<br />solo<br />io<br />posso<br />al massimo<br />ritrovare<br />dell'equilibrio<br />il<br />punto<br />di rottura<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3377892545774187614?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-69338984777586960092010-06-16T10:09:00.002+02:002010-06-16T10:13:52.535+02:00rimbalzano<br />le ore<br />deboli<br />su vetri<br />inclinati<br />al sole<br />tremendo<br />degli occhi<br />di un angelo<br />ritornano<br />ripulite<br />parole<br />mai dette<br />già sporche<br />del sangue<br />che sarà<br />la mia fine<br />se sempre<br />di tuffi<br />tra scogli<br />appuntiti<br />cado<br />ricado<br />richiudo<br />il mio mare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6933898477758696009?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-16869195818290054212010-06-14T18:31:00.002+02:002010-06-14T18:35:25.299+02:00inutilmente<br />fremente<br />pazientemente<br />fremo<br />sento<br />una cascata<br />sento<br />della pioggia<br />lo sprofondo<br />tremano<br />le mani<br />il senso<br />chiudono<br />gli occhi<br />di mari<br />mai<br />mai<br />esplorati mai<br />mai<br />al muro<br />fucialato<br />al muro<br />condannato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1686919581829005421?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-42331187566696390722010-06-14T16:36:00.002+02:002010-06-14T16:40:13.230+02:00bene<br />va bene<br />ogni strano<br />strascico<br />di notte<br />e polvere<br />ogni<br />singhiozzo<br />trattenuto<br />esploso in me<br />innescato<br />potente<br />va bene<br />ogni<br />fibra<br />di sudore<br />di caldo<br />di sesso<br />sacrificata<br />per un caso<br />deforme<br />e lontano<br />va bene<br />fino all'attimo<br />del non ritorno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4233118756669639072?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-47808618225161881002010-06-12T16:06:00.002+02:002010-06-13T19:20:29.541+02:00ancora intatto<br />nell'aria<br />il pensiero<br />il respiro<br />di ghiaccio<br />di voce<br />lontana<br />socchiudo<br />le porte<br />degli occhi<br />filtrando<br />fremendo<br />paziente<br />fremo<br />freno<br />fino ad ora<br />fino all'ora<br />chiudo<br />ogni senso<br />all'unico<br />senso<br />ormai<br />disciolto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4780861822516188100?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-87156897393474112562010-06-11T08:53:00.002+02:002010-06-11T08:57:01.253+02:00ancora in sonno<br />dentro<br />le calde<br />mani<br />dure<br />a giorno<br />sotto<br />fremendo<br />dentro<br />ancora sotto<br />a notti<br />intere<br />riposando<br />gli occhi<br />aperti<br />chiudono<br />i giorni<br />duri<br />con mani<br />d'azzurro<br />e di leggero<br />sogno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8715689739347411256?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-39873165224601891552010-06-07T22:56:00.003+02:002010-06-07T22:57:58.416+02:00leggerezza<br />del non avere<br />niente<br />in mano tra le mani<br />solo un singhiozzo<br />di parole<br />una sola idea<br />divisa in mille<br />coriandoli<br />ghiacciati<br />densi<br />dentro<br />gli occhi<br />occhio<br />di mare<br />e cobalti<br />volano<br />gli occhi<br />di mare<br />e affondano<br />in me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3987316522460189155?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-78067803980964320222010-06-07T01:07:00.003+02:002010-06-07T01:11:46.777+02:00non posso<br />elencare<br />le dense<br />notti<br />che ogni<br />volta<br />scorrono<br />lente<br />sul fiume<br />del ghiaccio<br />del tempo<br />fermo<br />guardo<br />l'ombra<br />mia<br />fermo<br />la mangio<br />insipida<br />l'ombra<br />ritratto<br />di un sole<br />vecchio<br />l'elenco<br />un piano inclinato<br />l'elenco scivola<br />verso<br />sul ghiaccio<br />i miei pensieri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7806780398096432022?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-84513037766360852042010-06-05T20:56:00.002+02:002010-06-05T20:58:37.426+02:00il pensiero<br />è venuto<br />subito<br />precoce<br />ed è caduto<br />tra il ghiaccio<br />dei bicchieri<br />si è sciolto<br />bevuto<br />dai cubi<br />di gelo<br />fermo<br />il mio cervello<br />fermo<br />la pausa<br />degli occhi densi<br />densi<br />schiude<br />pause più lunghe<br />del tempo<br />del futuro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8451303776636085204?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-43280624588825989222010-05-30T01:13:00.002+02:002010-05-30T01:17:56.535+02:00comunque<br />il cielo<br />si colori<br />si addensi<br />si squarci<br />berrò<br />ogni<br />lacrima<br />di tempo<br />di respiro<br />di sudore<br />mi nasconderò<br />tra i capelli<br />bagnati<br />lento<br />dentro<br />comunque<br />amerò<br />svenendo<br />dal troppo<br />tempo<br />insonne<br />donato<br />a te<br />a te<br />notte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4328062458882598922?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-69775779006162787882010-05-23T00:58:00.002+02:002010-05-23T01:02:26.531+02:00affascinato<br />legato<br />terrorizzato<br />dal tuo corpo<br />dalle<br />curve<br />del tuo respiro<br />dal vapore<br />del tuo sapore<br />muoio<br />sulla tua pelle<br />scambio<br />l'incertezza di domani<br />col sudore di oggi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6977577900616278788?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-48193743526888511652010-05-21T21:43:00.003+02:002010-05-21T21:49:50.588+02:00si addensa<br />il cielo<br />e piove<br />d'una pioggia<br />lenta<br />e bagna<br />di un'acqua<br />d'alba<br />e di notti<br />stretto<br />nella morsa<br />tiepida<br />di un senso<br />stretto<br />in nuvole<br />frutto<br />di furti<br />di nuovo<br />aspetto<br />la pozzanghera<br />giusta<br />in cui<br />affogare<br />l'ansia<br />la paura<br />l'impazienza<br />di morderti<br />al collo<br />e farti mia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4819374352688851165?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-656507381330826602010-05-19T15:19:00.002+02:002010-05-19T15:22:57.697+02:00entra<br />in me<br />la freccia<br />dei tuoi occhi<br />trafitto<br />ne esco<br />liberato<br />densi<br />i minuti<br />si sciolgono<br />sulle nostre pelli<br />profumo<br />di tempo<br />rallentato<br />aperto<br />pronto<br />per essere<br />trascorso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-65650738133082660?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-78487890894925755182010-05-17T15:47:00.002+02:002010-05-17T15:50:48.481+02:00dolce<br />il profumo<br />di un sorriso<br />delle ciglia<br />di una lenta<br />risalita<br />piovosa<br />scivolando<br />verso notte<br />ancora<br />l'attimo<br />ancora<br />un battito<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7848789089492575518?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-83008751406507428082010-05-14T20:33:00.001+02:002010-05-14T20:35:03.677+02:00in ogni modo<br />comunque vada<br />dolore<br />e stomaco<br />le ali<br />a stormi<br />di sogni<br />di riso<br />di nuvole<br />indietro<br />ribelli<br />forzate<br />dolci<br />dolce<br />fermarsi<br />e cadere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8300875140650742808?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-33918912390967163932010-05-12T21:21:00.002+02:002010-05-12T21:24:35.887+02:00girotondo<br />di idee<br />bislacche<br />impazienza<br />curata con dolore<br />scarso<br />il riposo<br />delle ali<br />che imperterrite<br />cercano<br />sorrisi<br />di bosco e tramonti<br />inevitabile<br />tonfo<br />dietro<br />il sole<br />di ieri<br />già ieri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3391891239096716393?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-27818254310626209342010-05-10T23:19:00.003+02:002010-05-10T23:30:17.049+02:00ecco<br />il tabacco<br />profumato<br />del minuto<br />silenzioso<br />profumato<br />di parole<br />del caffè<br />raggiunto<br />nel mare<br />salato<br />ritorno<br />alla luce<br />di notti<br />insonni e dolci<br />tazzine<br />e tazzine<br />di sonni<br />rubati<br />furti<br />di zucchero<br />zollette<br />di sogni<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2781825431062620934?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-48496834105244747232010-05-06T14:21:00.002+02:002010-05-06T14:23:50.515+02:00della pioggia<br />delle lacrime<br />della sedia<br />incollato<br />fermo<br />indeciso<br />senza un respiro<br />senza la forza<br />di<br />cambiare<br />pieno ancora<br />del vuoto di noi<br />poco coraggio<br />troppo<br />il peso<br />di un cuore<br />lento<br />sordo<br />pronto<br />a chiudersi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4849683410524474723?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-45634925986541780642010-05-02T23:06:00.003+02:002010-05-02T23:29:12.384+02:00a M.<br /><br />le virgole<br />ispirate<br />come stelle<br />solitarie<br />su pagine<br />accortocciate<br />di nuovo<br />virgole ancora<br />abbracci<br />d'inchiostro<br />appese<br />appuntate<br />sospese<br />sante<br />incarnate<br />sulla tua pelle<br />di carta sottile<br />e profumata<br />sfoglio<br />le pagine<br />taglienti<br />insanguinate<br />virgole<br />rosse<br />rose<br />a mazzi<br />virgole<br />in dono<br />virgole<br />in attesa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4563492598654178064?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-21622646655796581382010-01-27T15:51:00.002+01:002010-01-27T15:55:42.380+01:00se poi aggiungi<br />il cielo<br />grigio<br />posso anche<br />partire<br />subito<br />rilasciare<br />lento<br />ogni granello<br />di luce<br />imprimerla<br />dentro<br />vederla<br />allontanarsi<br />inutile<br />sforzo<br />labile<br />il senso<br />un taglio<br />il sangue<br />ed è giorno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-2162264665579658138?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-64821357229461627072010-01-22T17:17:00.002+01:002010-01-22T17:20:34.142+01:00abbattuto<br />col sorriso<br />sdegnato<br />del folle<br />santo<br />che ringrazia<br />con l'inchino<br />un pubblico<br />di cera e sangue<br />tormentato<br />in bufera<br />sferzato<br />forzato<br />in disastroso<br />amore<br />lentamente<br />piego<br />prego<br />sprofondo<br />affondo<br />la sciabola<br />nel petto<br />denso<br />di un amore<br />vivo<br />di un ricordo<br />di un non so<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-6482135722946162707?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-74026538204908738632010-01-15T16:05:00.003+01:002010-01-15T16:12:04.561+01:00malato<br />del troppo<br />sangue<br />in circolo<br />sanguisuga<br />la mia mente<br />risucchia<br />in vortici<br />di logorante<br />passione<br />mangia<br />le mie labbra<br />una sete<br />di te<br />malato<br />del troppo<br />essere<br />esorbitante<br />inutile<br />regalo<br />il tutto è troppo<br />il troppo è tutto<br />malato<br />del bene<br />ogni giorno<br />inutile<br />essere altro<br />essere troppo<br />essere troppo altro<br />inutile<br />troppo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7402653820490873863?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-13029490394588636052010-01-10T23:55:00.002+01:002010-01-10T23:58:47.677+01:00tenero silenzio<br />di un viaggio<br />lento<br />in compagnia<br />del dolore<br />insensato<br />in cerca<br />di<br />acqua<br />e di te<br />vuoto<br />su vuoto<br />accumulo<br />lenta<br />mente<br />lenta<br />dissolve<br />esonda<br />risolve<br />penetra<br />blocca<br />inermi<br />grida<br />di pace<br />in me<br />di te<br />posso<br />amare<br />il vuoto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1302949039458863605?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-54999586845286504292010-01-09T01:33:00.002+01:002010-01-09T01:39:26.915+01:00nessuna fortuna<br />nessuna fortunata<br />coincidenza<br />avere la precedenza<br />deformata<br />ogni speranza<br />in grido<br />in urla<br />di vecchie vendette<br />specchi<br />calpestati<br />infranti<br />in laghi d'amori<br />su acque<br />dormienti<br />silenziose<br />ammiccanti<br />accetto<br />accettate<br />ciocchi di futuro<br />da ardere<br />nel fuoco<br />di un po'<br />di presente<br />nel fuoco<br />freddo<br />di un letto<br />svuotato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-5499958684528650429?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-12521916005093687032010-01-08T01:48:00.002+01:002010-01-08T01:51:50.893+01:00dolce<br />sempre dolce<br />bere<br />da quel calice<br />scuro<br />denso<br />quasi sangue<br />abbandonare<br />ogni stato<br />e farsi<br />forza<br />in ogni capillare<br />dimenticato<br />in ogni respiro<br />mancato<br />povero<br />resuscitato<br />spalancare<br />il cuore<br />alle tempeste<br />dignitosamente<br />crollare<br />fallire<br />indegnamente<br />chiedere<br />osare<br />fare forza<br />farsi<br />forza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1252191600509368703?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-34273332197005396902010-01-06T14:53:00.002+01:002010-01-06T14:57:07.859+01:00un ritaglio<br />di ieri<br />di oggi<br />di un giornale ingiallito<br />di una foto<br />dimenticata<br />il disegno<br />di un orizzonte<br />nuovo<br />colorato<br />di stelle<br />e stelle<br />e isole<br />e una luna<br />che sorge<br />nuova<br />illumina<br />i ricordi<br />e li rende<br />lontani<br />e veri<br />un tuffo<br />nel vuoto<br />nel mare più nero<br />più bianco<br />più vero<br />salato<br />inaspettato<br />mare<br />colorato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3427333219700539690?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-12034369940148834062010-01-03T23:27:00.002+01:002010-01-03T23:31:12.036+01:00maschera<br />su maschera<br />e ancora<br />su maschera<br />posso mettere<br />all'infinito<br />su queste<br />mie guance<br />rigate<br />consumate<br />assediate<br />per dipingere<br />di me<br />rilflessi<br />di mille colori<br />lontani<br />invisibili<br />un po'<br />di quel trucco<br />rimane<br />su di me<br />dentro<br />e semina<br />leggera<br />la luce<br />di un sorriso<br />inesistente<br />e dolce<br />speranza<br />illusione<br />di neve<br />e di sangue<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1203436994014883406?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-81966768389301882782010-01-02T12:18:00.002+01:002010-01-02T12:23:04.865+01:00in un incubo<br />mi risveglio<br />ogni mattina<br />dopo un sonno<br />chiassoso<br />e debole<br />in un incubo<br />di false<br />parole<br />intrecciate<br />con desideri<br />impronunciabili<br />cerco<br />l'illusione<br />ancora<br />di una via di fuga<br />di fumo<br />di nebbia e pioggia<br />stringo forte<br />la mano<br />cadavere<br />che mi accarezza<br />e credo<br />ogni giorno<br />sia<br />l'ultimo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8196676838930188278?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-43399033727286797642010-01-01T11:17:00.002+01:002010-01-01T11:21:53.419+01:00essere vivo<br />odiare<br />con ogni particella<br />ciò che desideri<br />intasato<br />di inutili progetti<br />d'amore<br />e pazienza<br />vibrare<br />vibrante<br />incredulo<br />lacrimano<br />le mie mani<br />grondano<br />un sangue<br />dolce<br />e profumato<br />passione<br />ormai<br />scomparsa<br />fuori<br />ribolle<br />risplende in me<br />che<br />sempre più ignorante<br />sprofondo<br />in una vita<br />pensata e vissuta<br />vuota<br />leggera<br />in attesa<br />del prossimo<br />uragano<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4339903372728679764?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-79625873397232333262009-12-31T10:40:00.002+01:002009-12-31T10:43:53.172+01:00vi sembra poco<br />forse<br />che due occhi<br />un naso<br />una bocca<br />un pensiero<br />un ricordo<br />si siano impigliati<br />un giorno<br />tra i rami<br />senza fiori<br />senza foglie<br />di questi versi<br />stanchi<br />a volte<br />di parlare al mare<br />che bianco<br />e nero<br />riempie il vuoto<br />del mio cuore?<br />quel giorno<br />sempre solo<br />ho sentito<br />un brivido<br />il brivido<br />di una mano lontana<br />che ti stringe<br />e ti annoda<br />all'idea<br />che il mare<br />vuole<br />il mare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7962587339723233326?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-79746670682034372512009-12-31T01:26:00.002+01:002009-12-31T01:31:01.479+01:00facciamo che<br />la finiamo<br />qua<br />con ogni altra parola<br />con ogni altro pensiero<br />facciamo che io<br />non sono più io<br />ma sono<br />lo spettro<br />che fugge<br />nei tuoi incubi<br />facciamo<br />che il dolore<br />è il regalo più<br />bello<br />che l'amore<br />è la fine<br />e non l'inizio<br />facciamo che<br />il tempo è finito<br />scaduto<br />ogni limite<br />superato<br />ogni soglia<br />della felicità<br />facciamo che<br />la prossima volta<br />sarà il silenzio<br />a dipingere<br />un sorriso<br />sulle tue labbra.<br />Facciamo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7974667068203437251?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-72512141130607088612009-12-28T22:47:00.003+01:002009-12-28T22:51:13.821+01:00maledetto<br />il destino<br />ladro<br />di tempo<br />e idee<br />annodatore<br />notturno<br />di lacci di scarpe<br />abile<br />venditore<br />piazzista<br />di sogni<br />salvifico<br />quando<br />solo<br />la morte<br />potrebbe<br />ingiusto<br />adorabile<br />immancabile<br />maledetto<br />destino<br />ridammi<br />un secondo<br />un attimo<br />un momento<br />ti darò<br />in cambio<br />un bacio<br />quel bacio<br />tesoro<br />del tempo<br />che di nuovo<br />hai rubato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7251214113060708861?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-43972700579515366252009-12-28T00:30:00.002+01:002009-12-28T00:35:22.091+01:00un giorno<br />una voce<br />lontana<br />mi ha detto<br />che forse<br />un libro<br />una canzone<br />un film<br />possono riempire<br />il vuoto<br />delle anime<br />sole<br />e fare<br />di una vita<br />un racconto<br />bellissimo.<br />Non so<br />se una voce<br />può avere<br />ragione<br />so<br />che<br />sola<br />l'anima<br />sola<br />può<br />leggere scrivere<br />urlare cantare<br />guardare spiare<br />ma<br />due anime<br />insieme<br />possono<br />volare<br />leggere un libro<br />a voce alta<br />a te che stringi<br />un ricordo<br />una mano<br />la mia mano<br />in sogno<br />davanti al camino<br />rende tutto<br />più lento<br />più lontano<br />più difficile<br />più eterno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4397270057951536625?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-73064258152473765782009-12-26T10:14:00.002+01:002009-12-26T10:18:48.176+01:00tu credi<br />davvero<br />nell'invisibile<br />pietra<br />che ognuno<br />ha lanciato<br />nel lago<br />dei sogni<br />nel mare<br />agitato<br />dei nostri segreti?<br />nelle tue parole<br />lo sento<br />quel vento<br />di mare<br />di sabbia<br />che soffia<br />e scompiglia<br />tutti i pensieri<br />che cerco<br />di tenere<br />legati<br />allo scoglio<br />di un presente<br />incostante<br />senza bussola<br />senza meta<br />senza te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7306425815247376578?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-34688131292872473872009-12-22T00:27:00.002+01:002009-12-22T00:31:20.449+01:00piccola luce<br />di ieri<br />di candela<br />di ieri<br />nel dolore<br />intenso e rosso<br />che avvolge<br />le tempie<br />e gli occhi<br />intensa<br />piccola luce<br />illudi<br />illumini<br />delusioni<br />illusioni<br />rinfranchi<br />riavvolgi<br />luce che spengi<br />il buio<br />di ogni giorno<br />di ogni sole<br />ti fai luna<br />nel mio letto<br />di pensieri<br />e cose<br />e ricordi<br />che amare<br />è un fatto<br />senza fine<br />e senza scopo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3468813129287247387?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-31023329921711907522009-12-20T15:05:00.003+01:002009-12-20T15:10:43.784+01:00crollo<br />sotto il peso<br />di un vuoto<br />innescato<br />nel ghiaccio<br />lento<br />scorre<br />il sudore<br />di pietra<br />nel ventre<br />infuocato<br />del cielo<br />infinito<br />volare<br />fuori<br />dai confini del mondo<br />fuori<br />dai giorni lenti e freddi<br />solo<br />incorniciato<br />un pensiero fisso<br />cestinato<br />celebrato<br />disprezzato<br />molto<br />coraggioso e inutile<br />e mio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-3102332992171190752?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-80057065947245836122009-12-19T14:58:00.003+01:002009-12-19T15:00:30.709+01:00le impronte<br />lasciate<br />nella pioggia<br />di ieri<br />di oggi<br />inseguono<br />sconfitte<br />un'ombra<br />un fiato<br />un denso rumore<br />che svuota i miei occhi<br />allaga la strada<br />le orme<br />si perdono<br />sotto la neve<br />che nasconde<br />sospiri<br />e lacrime amare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-8005706594724583612?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-11734001623694071532009-12-19T04:02:00.002+01:002009-12-19T04:04:33.366+01:00di pozzanghera<br />in pozzanghera<br />a calci<br />il tempo<br />manda avanti<br />girano<br />lancette<br />girano<br />nel fango<br />più lontano<br />tutto cade<br />e si travolge<br />tutto perde<br />essere il più forte<br />sarà il mio compito<br />e ridere dei vuoti<br />di cui altri si riempiono<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1173400162369407153?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-11713183563042098432009-12-17T23:49:00.003+01:002009-12-17T23:53:16.271+01:00nella notte<br />cucendo<br />con un filo di voce<br />le nuvole scure<br />nel cielo più nero<br />voglio dire di no<br />che non voglio<br />un punto fermo<br />nella realtà<br />non voglio rinunciare<br />al sogno malato<br />di essere me<br />malato di me<br />malato di vita<br />vissuta e sognata<br />binario e respiro<br />che gela le vene<br />orizzonte lontano<br />toccato<br />con mano<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-1171318356304209843?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-4111612854675506482009-12-16T21:16:00.002+01:002009-12-16T21:20:16.743+01:00non ritorno<br />ma ancora<br />pensieri allagati<br />allargati<br />il vuoto<br />di una corsa<br />di una caduta<br />nel vuoto<br />essere pianto<br />piangere<br />essere piantato<br />senza radici<br />incontenibile<br />vomito<br />rinchiuso<br />difeso<br />difendo<br />il sangue<br />dall'acqua<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-411161285467550648?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-71024041311313699342009-12-13T10:05:00.001+01:002009-12-13T10:07:35.676+01:00un mattino<br />di dolce<br />euforia<br />insensatamente<br />dolce<br />minuti<br />gocciolando<br />inondano<br />la stanza<br />di pensieri<br />piccoli e colorati<br />si sciolgono<br />nel nero<br />dei sogni<br />del caffè<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7102404131131369934?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-44865737623191310542009-12-11T01:33:00.002+01:002009-12-11T01:38:44.833+01:00il sapore<br />di un sogno<br />sulle labbra<br />di una mattina<br />sfregiato<br />il viso<br />da una carezza<br />segno<br />inesistente<br />da gustare<br />assaporo<br />ricordi<br />di sogni<br />di nuvole<br />di un vento gelido<br />e di quei capelli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4486573762319131054?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-48146803852793705912009-12-08T23:33:00.002+01:002009-12-08T23:39:40.990+01:00inutile fermare<br />il futuro<br />passato<br />che scappa<br />pressante<br />presunto<br />presente<br />crimine ingiusto<br />inutile<br />opporre al vento<br />le mani<br />la sabbia<br />feconda<br />circonda<br />di un mare<br />di tempo<br />assaggio<br />stanotte<br />sogni d'antico<br />e di nuovo<br />sapore<br />di lei<br />di carta<br />di matite<br />di un libro<br />mai scritto<br />letto e mai scritto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-4814680385279370591?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-941343488000851942009-12-08T00:19:00.002+01:002009-12-08T00:24:54.827+01:00non posso più frenare<br />non posso rallentare<br />dolce caduta libera<br />verso il mostro sacro<br />paura senza fondo<br />caduta senza fine<br />le verità lontane<br />le verità malsane<br />parole antiche e belle<br />paura di fermare<br />di perdere il respiro<br />di non trovare il tempo<br />travolto tramortito<br />sfuggire da ogni fine<br />cercare quella vera<br />riposo solo in lei<br />riposo solo in lei<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-94134348800085194?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-6914452493319697802009-12-06T22:03:00.003+01:002009-12-07T12:58:10.811+01:00ancora da lontano<br />tira un vento gelido<br />tira frecce candide<br />scorre un sangue caldo<br />sgorga da rocce e nuvole<br />sangue lento e denso<br />berlo in ogni goccia<br />berlo come un mare<br />un brivido e una scossa<br />adoro l'incertezza<br />che urla già il mio amore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-691445249331969780?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927844431440585807.post-75737843335680679812009-12-04T21:45:00.002+01:002009-12-04T21:47:51.430+01:00un tempo<br />il tempo<br />che uccide ricordi<br />che semina pensieri<br />che dilata parole<br />che massaggia i cuori<br />che trafigge speranze<br />che accende gli amori<br />che chiude finestre<br />che apre gli ombrelli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3927844431440585807-7573784333568067981?l=claudiovasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudio vasilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638120752256839287noreply@blogger.com0