tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088982652320956513.post-38727892380510711012008-09-16T14:58:00.004+01:002008-09-16T15:14:27.177+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Niente più lamenti</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">nè gridi che raspano</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">la gola dei rimorsi</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sentire che possona accadere le cose</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Assolve le carni</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">questo abisso di sole in agguato</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">[Domenico Brancale - da L'ossario del sole]</span>Maria Pina Cianciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15182349632140532211noreply@blogger.com0