tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40656975919158440452011-04-21T15:32:12.978-07:00PetiteKikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02290630750915411887noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4065697591915844045.post-88741892330876641922007-10-31T13:31:00.000-07:002008-12-12T20:26:14.681-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvhCFYS0abk/Ryjm07AubNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fP-lGH3bvVw/s1600-h/crossedhearts.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127601972629630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yvhCFYS0abk/Ryjm07AubNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fP-lGH3bvVw/s400/crossedhearts.jpeg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">Attese<br />recise e raccolte<br />come fili d'erba<br />tra i capelli<br /><br />m'incoronano unica regina<br />dei miei giorni<br /><br />in questo tulle d'inquietudine<br />m'avvolgono questo tempo<br />color del grano e<br />questo vento<br />che profuma di viola.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">Attentes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">coupées et ramassées</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">comme des brins d'herbe<br />dans les cheveux</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">qui me couronnent reine unique<br />de mes jours</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">dans ce tissu d'inquiétudes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">ce temps</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">couleur de blé</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">et ce vent</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">qui sent la violette</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;">m'envoleppent. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">Esperas<br />cortadas y recogidas<br />como hilos de hierba<br />entre mi cabello</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">me coronan única reina<br />de mis días</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">en este tul de inquietud<br />me envuelven este tiempo<br />color de trigo y<br />este viento<br />perfumado de violeta<br />.</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Foto: "Crossedhearths" © - Adrien Obernesser.</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4065697591915844045-8874189233087664192?l=petiteitalienne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PetiteKikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02290630750915411887noreply@blogger.com4