tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73500901098219561492024-02-07T07:21:22.523+01:00SPICCIOLI DI LATTA"Allora ho fermato
anch'io il mio tempo.
Ho incrociato le braccia
non ho oltrepassato gli arcobaleni
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a chiedere spiccioli di latta."Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-68547973408791836932017-08-14T11:35:00.000+02:002017-08-14T11:47:24.404+02:00 Lunedì letterari in centro storico, Castelnovo Nè MontiL'attrice Cristina Sarti interpreterà la silloge edita "Il colore dei giorni". (Puntoacapo Editrice)<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-47342441208636525222016-08-03T08:56:00.001+02:002016-08-03T16:12:28.815+02:00Silloge "Disobbedienza all'ordine geometrico" (premio Mangiaparole, Roma)<h3 style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">domani indosserò sottili guanti di lattice</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">e forse sembrerò anche elegante.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">I capelli se ne sono andati, tutti.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Prima a ciocche, poi ha finito il lavoro</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">un capace rasoio.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Penso ai miei giovani capelli di un tempo lontano</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">infinitamente lontano.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">rossi setosi, lunghissimi sulle spalle minute.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Penso all’azzurra bocca del mare</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">allo sciacquio di conchiglie</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">all’odore di valve guaste...</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">all’odore della pioggia in estate</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">sul muschio, al sonno profondo</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">di una molle lumaca.</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Sono ora una donna senza capelli</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">e senza unghie laccate</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">di quel rosso viola che mi piace tanto.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"> 8 settembre 2014</span></div>
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-83530958614173497862015-12-21T23:30:00.000+01:002015-12-21T23:30:54.297+01:00Il suono delle ore - El sonido de las horas (Edizioni Helicon - 2015)<div>
E' stato pubblicato il mio recente libro frutto del lavoro a quattro mani insieme alla carissima Silvia Magnavacca <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Bembo;">(Ordinario di Storia della filosofia Medievale presso l’Università di Buenos Aires) </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Ormai il suo cuore... </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ormai il suo cuore<br />
è aquilone in balia del vento. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Conosco la volubilità il vento. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ricordo quella volta - in settembre - </span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: large;">tirava un vento maligno.<br />
Aveva sradicato i miei teneri arboscelli </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">che intrecciavano i rami<br />
- come mani in preghiera -<br />
e lo pregavano di risparmiarli. </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Su corazón ya... </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Su corazón ya<br />
es barrilete a merced del viento. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Conozco la volubilidad del viento. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Recuerdo aquella vez - en septiembre - </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">soplaba un viento maligno.<br />
Había arrancado mis tiernos árboles </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">que trenzaban los ramos<br />
- como manos en oración -<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-33656069307213441952014-08-15T10:01:00.001+02:002014-08-15T10:09:15.693+02:00Un caro ricordo della grande poetessa Maria Luisa Spaziani <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lettera 1951<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Natale altro non è che quest'immenso<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>silenzio che dilaga per le strade,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>dove platani ciechi<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>ridono con la neve,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>altro non è che fondere a distanza<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>le nostre solitudini,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>sopra i molli sargassi<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>stendere nella notte un ponte d'oro.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Sono qui, col tuo dono che mi illumina<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>di dieci stelle-lune,<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>trasognata guidandomi per mano<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>dove vibra un riverbero<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>di fuochi e di lanterne (verde e viola),<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>di girandole e insegne di caffè.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Van Gogh, Parigi azzurra...<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Un pino a destra<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>per appendervi quattro nostalgie<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>e la mia fede in te, bianca cometa<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-11614253547719436982014-01-26T19:17:00.003+01:002014-02-07T12:08:48.078+01:00Itinerario Poetico di Anna Magnavacca<h3>
Itinerario Poetico di Anna Magnavacca - a<i> cura del Prof. Giuliano Adorni*</i></h3>
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-91571261392151788932013-02-20T21:06:00.004+01:002013-02-20T21:19:28.177+01:00Giornata della Donna - 2 Marzo - Villafranca <span style="text-align: center;">Il 2 Marzo alle ore 15.30 presso il Salone Voltato del Museo Etnografico di Villafranca Lunigiana, l'attrice <b>Cristina Sarti </b>interpreterà il recente poemetto "Oltre la Siepe di Sambuco"- Anna Magnavacca - Ed. Guerra - Perugia</span><br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-12672530024033377222012-12-27T14:53:00.000+01:002012-12-27T15:02:18.387+01:00Città di Lerici (Libro Edito)1° Premio Città di Lerici col libro "<i>Dell'Amore</i>" - Edizioni Guerra<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-17819766469489463482012-11-11T18:59:00.001+01:002012-11-11T19:05:33.165+01:00Oltre la siepe di sambuco e altre poesie<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-71735937120991755122012-08-12T11:27:00.001+02:002012-08-15T19:25:23.901+02:00Drammatizzazione poemetto "Dell'Amore", 9 Giugno 2012<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com054028 Villafranca In Lunigiana MS, Italia44.2951567 9.950648444.2837917 9.9309074 44.3065217 9.9703894tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-41837406565867465142011-08-11T11:52:00.005+02:002011-08-11T12:13:04.677+02:00Premio Cinque Terre 2011Visualizza qui il bando relativo al Premio Internazionale di Poesia Cinque Terre 2011 :<br />
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Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-60723944558447940252011-05-01T19:09:00.010+02:002011-05-04T12:25:50.413+02:00Nuova Pubblicazione : "Dell'amore"<br />
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<br /></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-13224309548535694722010-11-05T18:41:00.012+01:002011-01-08T23:03:20.618+01:00Caput Gauri, 27ª edizione<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9S1ws_f-cirfQb1nHjAr6aXdBSU3qkNGriGlz0ZNlM_Xu2Bp-CH1zy2Ehf6C2ZesWcFYjSMMqIMkKhnVRf7GjMslrCG9Mri12MmS2I6mhjXoJmc9S4Gk3P_pspmlvgQ_VUFDZ_QMAG2g/s1600/CaputGauri.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9S1ws_f-cirfQb1nHjAr6aXdBSU3qkNGriGlz0ZNlM_Xu2Bp-CH1zy2Ehf6C2ZesWcFYjSMMqIMkKhnVRf7GjMslrCG9Mri12MmS2I6mhjXoJmc9S4Gk3P_pspmlvgQ_VUFDZ_QMAG2g/s400/CaputGauri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536122894567742722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">POMPOSA. </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Le poetesse, Anna Magnavacca e Paola Mastrocola, si sono aggiudicate ex aequo la 27ª edizione del Premio letterario di poesia Caput Gauri.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">La cerimonia ha avuto luogo nella Sala delle Stilate dell'Abbazia con la </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">partecipazione della psicologa e scrittrice, Anna Oliverio Ferraris.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">
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</div><div>Cristallo è l’acqua</div><div>nei bianchi vasi dei lontani cimiteri</div><div>abitati da preghiere bisbigliate.</div><div>
</div><div>Lancia messaggi il camino</div><div>al gatto rosso</div><div>accovacciato sotto il treppiede.</div><div>
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</div><div>Le tegole calde sul tetto dei gabbiani.</div><div>Il volo di una corsa</div><div>per prendere l’autobus.</div><div>
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</div><div style="text-align: right;">Tratto da "<i>Poesia In Forma Di Lettera" Ibiskos-Ulivieri</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></i></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799033233502459567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350090109821956149.post-86156554932025997682010-07-30T10:07:00.009+02:002010-07-30T10:31:50.365+02:00Poesia in forma di lettera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-a1A_gOaL4jR5nSEvp6IkVRErPdmiR6-fxYzHZXStMxci1T4JOghP70_WloWZO_tllrO3frQwuKkoVjLoBdCEy9r-KUo2lQca6D4KS0CQ5bPkBlbs9aUlyE_kZyKTX0Omq3TfVsgPAU0/s1600/InFormaDiLettera.jpg017.jpg"><blockquote></blockquote><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-a1A_gOaL4jR5nSEvp6IkVRErPdmiR6-fxYzHZXStMxci1T4JOghP70_WloWZO_tllrO3frQwuKkoVjLoBdCEy9r-KUo2lQca6D4KS0CQ5bPkBlbs9aUlyE_kZyKTX0Omq3TfVsgPAU0/s320/InFormaDiLettera.jpg017.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /></a>
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</div><div>"Anna parla di se, della forte identità della sua formazione famigliare che ha determinato la sua sensibilità estetica.</div><div>L'infanzia e la giovinezza si stagliano come mosaici della poetica di Anna"</div><div><blockquote></blockquote>
</div><div>Giuseppe Benelli</div><div><i>Docente Filosofia del Linguaggio Università di Genova</i></div><div><i>Presidente della Fondazione Città del Libro (premio Bancarella)</i></div><div><i><blockquote></blockquote>
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<div>D'un fiato<i> </i>leggerai le lettere di Anna, ne sentirai la musicalità, ne avvertirai la poesia, perchè nella felicità e nel dolore di Anna ritroverai felicità e dolori tuoi, dell'universale condizione umana."</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>Riccardo Boggi</div><div> <i> Resp. Museo San Caprasio di Aulla (Uff. cultura comune di Aulla)</i></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>
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</span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Possiamo dormire</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">in avelli di lontananze</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ma a volte il tempo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">inaspettato,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">spazza via aghi di pino dal viso</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e ci porta nuove coppe d'amore</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sulla rotta del fluttuante vento</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">che corre nel sangue della primavera"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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