tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196548975081260832011-07-07T17:24:01.741-06:00petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-36307409486120584262009-11-08T17:12:00.002-05:002009-11-08T17:15:33.235-05:00ho sognato che ti eri rotto il gomito.<br />e rompevi l'anima a tutti per la rottura del gomito.<br />e tutti avevano il morale a pezzi, infranti, rotti cocci.<br /><br />forse dovevo giocare al lotto.<br />oppure a briscola col mio nonno, per imparare,<br />prima che smettesse di essere.<br /><br />pensieri incrociati,<br />rovesci di tennis o di fortuna,<br />rubamazzo e tresette.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-3630740948612058426?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-30478143479910096622009-04-14T07:14:00.001-06:002009-04-14T07:15:33.817-06:00educo il mio spirito alle sfide<br />passando sulle strisce col giallo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-3047814347991009662?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-56433949247559246272009-04-04T09:21:00.002-06:002009-04-04T09:23:06.492-06:00e del calendario latino.<br /><br />di queste stagioni<br />e di vivaldi che ce le ha fatte amare,<br /><br />delle agende elettroniche<br />e dei fusibili.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-5643394924755924627?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-49020497542320622442009-02-16T04:38:00.000-05:002009-02-16T04:39:33.409-05:00sono gelosa del vento che ti sfiora,<br />delle parole che ti escono dalle labbra e<br />ti scivolano sulla lingua.<br /><br />sono gelosa del tuo asciugamano<br />e della marmellata di more<br />agli angoli della tua bella bocca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-4902049754232062244?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-14425519394114296722009-01-11T10:21:00.000-05:002009-01-11T10:22:22.577-05:00scendere in strada è sempre un sollievo: gente che corre.<br />asseconda il mio umore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-1442551939411429672?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-79392390504859614642008-12-30T08:26:00.003-05:002008-12-30T08:49:08.137-05:00nei bagni pubblici le donne si pettinano!<br /><br />il mio cuoi capelluto,<br />che incontra il pettine solo di mattina,<br />si è molto risentito.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SVoiGHNhvQI/AAAAAAAAABc/3_HKFOWQjnI/s1600-h/nodi+al+pettine.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574601083043074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SVoiGHNhvQI/AAAAAAAAABc/3_HKFOWQjnI/s320/nodi+al+pettine.bmp" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-7939239050485961464?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-53815571172318890412008-12-16T09:55:00.002-05:002008-12-16T09:58:31.725-05:00la coniugazione alla prima persona singolare<br />ti riesce solo nei momenti di successo.<br /><br /><br />io - noi<br />ionoi<br />io no<br />io - oi<br />io ohi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-5381557117231889041?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-77202485248155585632008-11-06T10:35:00.003-05:002008-11-06T10:48:57.951-05:00continuiamo ad innamorarci<br />in tempi diversi.<br /><br />e mai una volta che ce lo dicessimo,<br />quando lo facciamo insieme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-7720248524815558563?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-5507297235869930222008-10-22T07:31:00.003-05:002008-10-22T07:39:28.272-05:00ho un amaryllis che sta nascendo.<br /><br />la sera attraverso le stanze in silenzio e al buio<br />perché penso che stia dormendo.<br /><br />non ha nome,<br />solo un colore scritto sull'etichetta.<br /><br />chissà che rosso sarà.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-550729723586993022?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-63308587204920709862008-10-13T05:55:00.002-05:002008-10-13T05:59:50.768-05:00la dolcezza della tua testa<br />poggiata sul braccio più stanco,<br /><br />la tenerezza delle pieghe del tuo vestito.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256590875079112850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SPMpjN6meJI/AAAAAAAAABU/bDfjBr3JC-o/s320/claxton.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>la foto è del signor W. Claxton, che fotografava New York con gli occhi di Steve Mcqueen, ma questo è Chet Baker, non confondiamo</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-6330858720492070986?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-23555200314842335812008-09-18T03:06:00.000-06:002008-09-18T03:07:38.307-06:00se ero maschio suonavo lo xilofono.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-2355520031484233581?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-70840538406394663682008-09-08T09:19:00.000-06:002008-09-08T09:25:01.514-06:00lacrime asciutte,<br />per non bagnare la terra di sale,<br /><br />che poi l'edera secca.<br /><br /><br /><em>non mi parli più, </em><br /><em>non mi vuoi più. </em><br /><em>(tutto "più", ma meno bello di prima)</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SMVC_-ndeZI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vp39tqizWNs/s1600-h/banksy+balloon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243671008050510226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SMVC_-ndeZI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vp39tqizWNs/s320/banksy+balloon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">invece il signor banksy qua sopra è bellissimo (senza più o meno)</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-7084053840639466368?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-1030442824579952832008-07-22T01:00:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:04:31.867-05:00dormo scoperta.<br /><br />a volte vorrei un pigiama con le bretelle,<br />per non perderlo nei sogni in cui corro.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SIWIRDcgxKI/AAAAAAAAABA/wldoCqfwRJQ/s1600-h/bananas-de-pijamas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225732769197376674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SIWIRDcgxKI/AAAAAAAAABA/wldoCqfwRJQ/s320/bananas-de-pijamas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4EltTdwUwQ"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bananas in pijama</span><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-103044282457995283?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-43374751290224352172008-07-15T06:33:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:04:32.143-05:00nel mio giardino c'è un ramo segreto di more.<br /><br />mi piace condirci il gelato!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SHygMmh5atI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rgk7FEeEA5E/s1600-h/102246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223225806204529362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SHygMmh5atI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rgk7FEeEA5E/s200/102246.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">GOODE Joe - <em>Glass and Spoon left middle</em> 1967 </span><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-4337475129022435217?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-90671454855781960602008-07-14T01:25:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:04:32.352-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SHsBYwdz2mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xyhvd_0C9x0/s1600-h/bigodini_04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222769717704645218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SHsBYwdz2mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xyhvd_0C9x0/s200/bigodini_04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>non mi pettino, </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>ma ballo sul letto la musica che viene dal locale giù in strada.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">L'immagine è tratta da feardesire.splider.com (non t'arrabbiare signor feardesire, ma mi piaceva troppo!!)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-9067145485578196060?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119654897508126083.post-3435072612606868122008-06-20T07:26:00.001-06:002008-12-09T06:04:32.479-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SFuwXnZIuEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yHtciFEmqik/s1600-h/Jack-Vettriano-Sweet-bird-of-youth--study--207216.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213954913369372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A414Vpobjko/SFuwXnZIuEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yHtciFEmqik/s320/Jack-Vettriano-Sweet-bird-of-youth--study--207216.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jack Vettriano - <em>Sweet bird of south</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mi chiamo come il sole di maggio.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Non so come ho il profilo di un pomodoro maturo, se indosso il cappello di lana cotta.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ho un cappotto azzurro e mi piace sedermi sui gradini di marmo.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ogni tanto vado al mercato </span><span style="font-size:85%;">e i rampicanti mi tengono per il braccio.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Petulia piace ai fiori.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119654897508126083-343507261260686812?l=petuliapi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>petulia:http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279673057875212790noreply@blogger.com3