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		<title>La crème de la vie</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 10:28:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dobbiamo procurarci quel filtro che screma i microbi del mondo mentre cerchiamo tracce di dignità nel fumo di queste stanze tra le mancanze e le imposte chiuse su ganci ricurvi, unica effigie di un’aristocrazia con stemmi che non si fissano sulle giacche, ma luccicano su nomi altrui da attaccare lungo le nostre anatomie per ignorare che [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1353&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>La baia assolata (Guantanamo)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 07:08:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Al sole stanno queste arance amare tra ferro e cielo. Ai macelli moderni non spetta il tramonto.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1344&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Per un asilo</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2011/05/26/asilo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 09:37:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Haiku]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Proseguo il viaggio verso mille altre mete. Esule da me.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1327&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Disamore</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2011/05/23/disamore-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 17:53:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[disamore]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=1283</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Non ci sono più tulipani in quel vaso che ho riposto in fondo all&#8217;armadio a fianco alle rime dei tuoi stornelli che son le sole a baciarsi al buio e alla luce nella stanza che ti ha visto attore in un ruolo malamente interpretato e con l&#8217;incuria per gli umori terminali di un amore dimenticato [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1283&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Le tue prigioni</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2011/05/23/le-tue-prigioni/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 12:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anima]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=1257</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sterili sono le pressioni sulla rete del lager che s&#8217;inarca come una schiena nell&#8217;attesa di uno spasmo lasciando turgide e intatte le maglie con cento e mille rombi che attraversano il corpo illeso per stanare i tumulti partoriti dall&#8217;indomito ventre ora sordo ai richiami dell&#8217;Ordine Permanente. Come un bulino ne usi gli angoli acuti e riconquisti il paradiso [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1257&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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			<media:title type="html">Satan, Sin and Death by Blake</media:title>
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		<title>Metamorfosi</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/metamorfosi-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 21:53:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Non trovo alcuna risposta tra le lettere a Lili dove le lingue che si incontrano non sono le nostre e i corpi che s&#8217;inseguono non sono spettri su un binario scambiato dal caso dove ogni disegno si tinge di un altro te, centauro ed esattore del rischio celato. Non c&#8217;è fragore, di giorno, che mi salvi [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1078&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Dissolvenze</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/dissolvenz/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 19:06:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ho appreso il colore dell&#8217;evanescenza nell&#8217;obliquità degli alternatori dei giorni di festa con abiti a lutto senza nemmeno il neon di un albergo a ore dove brillano le luci degli spasmi. Nell&#8217;etere di queste mura resta l&#8217;aroma del sogno e del pasto non consumato con me che guardo un film in francese cercando di ricordare quello che non [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1085&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Somme</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/12/11/somme/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 14:43:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Non mi si addice il mestiere del contabile con aspri numeri che non danno resto bensì somme nude di dolori divisibili per lusinghe di illusioni di gesso che, con maschera di guscio e consistenza di sabbia, son scevre di quel nervo idoneo a sorreggere pilastri di promesse e pareti di parole. No, non mi appartiene il mestiere del fare i conti dove alla fine [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1020&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Dov&#8217;è la poesia?</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/09/19/dove-la-poesia/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 18:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elucubrazioni]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Dov&#8217;è la poesia? L&#8217;avevo vista sedersi fra le pieghe di un verbo straniante. Era lì che batteva i tacchi mentre piangeva per gli umani che di umano hanno solo membra con cui lanciare grappoli che mai danno vino; l&#8217;avevo incontrata imbellettata e coperta da rime e ritmo mentre si disperava per un amore negato, una vita spezzata [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=1005&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Le curve della notte</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/06/30/le-curve-della-notte/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 14:12:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Se nel sonno ti bacio le ascelle sento l&#8217;umore che evapora nelle stanze al sole che non hai mai abitato, tu, alieno, in questo mondo di carta ingiallita e polvere azzurrina dove le mie tessere mal combaciano coi tuoi grafici, ordinati e confezionati come il regalo sotto quel pino che non perde aghi. Sei abile nel tracciare linee, separare [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=894&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>La poesia</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/la-poesia/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/la-poesia/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 21:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=815</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[La poesia è una vecchia coraggiosa che scava nelle viscere ed espelle le interiora che avvolgono la testa; è una donna elegante che ondeggia su carta e tracima dai bordi di un foglio troppo stretto; è una fanciulla pensierosa che agita i capelli e si scopre il volto. La poesia è un soffione che si [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=815&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>La follia</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/la-follia/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 18:23:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[La follia è una donna nuda che cammina per strada, che vede prati al di là della finestra e si lancia nel vuoto, sola, contro l&#8217;asfalto; è una ragazza disinvolta che si cala le mutande davanti a tutti perché non conosce la vergogna di un gesto naturale; è una vecchia impaziente che si prepara per [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=716&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Del tempo e delle ore</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/06/14/del-tempo-e-delle-ore/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/06/14/del-tempo-e-delle-ore/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 16:04:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Questo non il tempo delle ipotesi o dei congiuntivi in cui si affacciano condizioni ormai perse nel vuoto e non è l&#8217;ora delle attese e dei &#8216;farò&#8217;, ma quella dei sussulti primordiali di un addome su cui tenere i palmi per sentire se ancora c&#8217;è vita lì in fondo, dove regna il nichilismo.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=913&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Punto e a capo</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/04/10/punto-e-a-capo/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/04/10/punto-e-a-capo/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 20:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=887</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Mentre cerco un punto esclamativo sono già alla fine di un paragrafo che non ho mai scritto e, senza aver messo le &#8216;a&#8217; dei sospiri o le &#8216;u&#8217; della meraviglia, devo apporre un punto e andare a capo per iniziarne uno nuovo che avrà le &#8216;g&#8217; dei tuoi gomiti chiusi e le &#8216;s&#8217; dei miei [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=887&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Io sono quella</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/03/08/io-sono-quella/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/03/08/io-sono-quella/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 01:23:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=826</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Io sono quella che lacrima sangue dalla ferita che non trova cura, sono quel vortice che si srotola e si avvolge nella danza dell&#8217;inerzia; io sono quell&#8217;urlo vuoto che si siede in gola mentre il mio corpo imita la vita perché sono solo lo spasmo asettico che sfiora il silenzio con l&#8217;alito del domani non previsto.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=826&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Invisibile</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/02/15/invisibile/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/02/15/invisibile/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:02:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=641</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Come un insetto del legno ti sento mordere sotto la calotta. Se tu fossi bruco, di mille odori pittore, io mi schiuderei nel sapore di te ma sei una larva cieca che divora per sete lasciandomi infine impalpabile.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=641&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Misure relative</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/misure-relative/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/misure-relative/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 21:43:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[aurora]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[rosso]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[timore]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=723</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Con un metro rosso valuto le grevi orme: 91 cm quadri opprimono la brace negandole olfatto oltre la spessa cupola di pavide coltri, mentre incaute le iridi volte ai cirri invocano tuttora la bora.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=723&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Gli abissi</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/gli-abissi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 13:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[abisso]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=639</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Gli abissi hanno un fondo elastico: il corpo continua a scendere e mai si stempera l&#8217;aria nei luoghi dell&#8217;oblio altrui dove neppure tu ti vedi&#8230;<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=639&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Il mare e il cielo (senza bagni di folla)¹</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/08/05/il-mare-e-il-cielo-senza-bagni-di-folla/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/08/05/il-mare-e-il-cielo-senza-bagni-di-folla/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 17:49:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elucubrazioni]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=612</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Da bambina credevo che al mare non piovesse mai. L’acqua c’è già! Non ne serve altra. Una questione di equilibrio, di ripartizione equa tra terra e acqua. Immaginavo che potesse piovere ovunque: sui monti, in pianura, ma al mare, no! Come può esserci acqua sopra e acqua sotto? Non ci sarebbe ordine. È inconcepibile! Eppure [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=612&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Sto</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/05/19/sto/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/05/19/sto/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 20:43:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Aslai</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/?p=591</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sto stirando gli spigoli. Sono tondi e gonfi, ora e non ho spilli sul cranio asciutto. Sto tendendo l’addome che ancora li sente mentre acclama l’anarchia.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3537731&amp;post=591&amp;subd=aslaimon&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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