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	<title>La luna strappata</title>
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		<title>La luna strappata</title>
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		<title>Sine titulo</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/sine-titulo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 08:12:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Guarda!
Questa sono io:
un&#8217;ape inoperosa
che muove le zampette
e scuote le ali.
Nessun barattolo
per questo miele
che evapora
nel cielo di cenere.
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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>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 17:49:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elucubrazioni]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Da bambina credevo che al mare non piovesse mai. L&#8217;acqua c&#8217;è già! Non ne serve altra. Una questione di equlibrio, di ripartizione equa tra terra e acqua. Immaginavo che potesse piovere ovunque, sui monti, in pianura, ma al mare, no. Come fa ad esserci acqua sopra e acqua sotto? Non ci sarebbe ordine. È inconcepibile. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aslaimon.wordpress.com&blog=3537731&post=612&subd=aslaimon&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Il pugnale della luna</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/08/05/il-pugnale-della-luna/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 22:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[luna]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Un&#8217;aria ferrosa
inonda il buio
dell&#8217;incoscienza
e nulla appare
perduto
fino all&#8217;abisso
che si squarcia all&#8217;aurora
del giorno
della luna di ruggine.
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		<title>Sto</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/05/19/sto/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 20:43:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<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.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Sai quella smania</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/05/14/sai-quella-smania/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 06:14:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[addio]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[assenza]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tempo]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sai quella smania
che mi assale sovente la sera
e non mi lascia
fino all’aurora seguente?
La sento scorrere nelle vene bianche
che pulsano ancora
ma erano rosse un tempo.
Vedi queste linee
che solcano la pelle?
Una è spuntata
svelando il mistero
e si è incastonata sulla fronte.
Resta lì stretta tra le tempie.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Figuranti</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/04/19/figuranti/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 13:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I saltimbanchi dalle nove vite
col poliedrico repertorio
fanno il tutto esaurito
in cambio di una sola X;
accanto agli eroi di carta intrisa
di inchiostro simpatico
tirano fili su segni e disegni
di un utopico quotidiano
e imposizioni di flebo.
Con il plasma acceso
e il cuore disconnesso
saliamo tutti sulla giostra
per l’ultimo giro.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Il passato remoto</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/04/07/il-passato-remoto/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 04:40:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Il passato remoto
non è un venni, andai o feci,
ma una scheggia impazzita
incagliata nel presente.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Gazza</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/gazza/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 14:19:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Tacciata di stranezza
cercavo una finestra d&#8217;aprire
per respirare azzurre verbene;
abbassavo le palpebre
e l&#8217;olezzo giungeva puntuale
reciso dalla maschera di cinciallegra
che mi invitava ad alzare le accigliate imposte.
Mi lasciavo sedurre, cedevo al canto&#8230;
Ruba ancora onice la gazza.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Metamorfosi</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/03/29/metamorfosi/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/03/29/metamorfosi/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:52:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Ehi Capitano,
ricordi quando mi spezzasti i remi?
Sì, lo so che sei stato in America,
in Asia e anche in Giappone,
ma non ti chiami Cristoforo e neppure Amerigo.
Sei Francis l&#8217;orbo se non vedi
la mia pinna che guizza.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Per serbare il sogno</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/03/25/per-serbare-il-sogno/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/03/25/per-serbare-il-sogno/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 19:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Avrei dovuto dirti addio
quando il tuo sorriso era una lama
che sprofondava
nel mio petto disarmato
e le tue mani papaveri carnivori
dal sapore dolciastro,
quando le tue pupille luccicavano
secche e profonde
e la tua pelle sapeva di sandalo.
Ricordi?
Le pareti non avevano crepe
e i cuscini erano sgualciti al punto giusto.
Sì, avrei dovuto dirtelo allora…
prima che iniziasse la discesa.

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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Senza rete né fili</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/03/04/senza-rete-ne-fili/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/03/04/senza-rete-ne-fili/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:42:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Rose di sole spine
tra crepe aperte di cicatrici
invisibili e latenti
rammentano un&#8217;estate trascorsa
di desii elisi.
Rimorsi sterili, pensieri vani
abitano una memoria rimossa
e un desolato presente.
Percorsi labirintici privi di fili
riconducono al punto di inizio
che è termine senza porto.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Petali</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/02/18/petali/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/02/18/petali/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 19:04:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Non sono questi i petali che anelo.
Li ho seminati con la mia viltà
questi steli setosi e delicati
con tenui sfumature e semi spenti.
Li sistemo in un angolo all&#8217;ombra.
Al centro del tavolo voglio
un irto e rosso virgulto,
colore sprezzante e profumo pungente
per sentire sotto le dita il nervo
e assoporare lo spasmo.
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			<media:title type="html">Laura</media:title>
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		<title>Attesa</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/attesa-2/</link>
		<comments>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/attesa-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 17:22:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sabbia impalpabile
ha la clessidra
del tempo diluito:
pigri grani di arena
profilici della stasi
di un limbo che è inferno.
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		<title>Stasi</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/12/18/stasi-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:17:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[La spessa banchisa
ritarda l&#8217;approdo
al porto delle nebbie;
guardando l&#8217;albatro
tra massi staccati,
in attesa del solstizio,
agito la clessidra.
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		<title>Preludio (Grave)</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/12/03/preludio-grave/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 05:11:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Domani delle somme che
Respingiamo come una
Minaccia molesta; una
Fatica immane richiederebbe
Sollevare le braccia e non
Lasciar cadere l&#8217;amore che
Si tiene a stento.
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		<title>Sette crisantemi</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/12/03/sette-crisantemi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 22:27:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sette crisantemi ho seminato
nel campo ove non attecchirono
le rose. Nove lune servono
per vederli schiudere.
Saranno colmi di semi
di mestizia e ornati
di tenui petali. Senza
pungermi, potrò toccarli.
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		<title>Stelle</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/12/02/stelle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 21:46:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Mille fori neri hanno preso
il loro posto. Erano lì,
ridenti e ben aggrappate
a quella volta.
Furtive, son cadute una
ad una e, ripiegando
all&#8217;unisono le punte,
si sono oscurate.
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		<title>B&amp;B (Bull and Bear)</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/11/16/bb-bull-and-bear/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 12:15:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Versi dispersi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Scrittura]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Mura oblunghe
mungono le nubi
del cinereo cielo
di Wall Street
che succhia sangue
e vomita metallo,
tira i fili e capovolge la terra,
divora i figli suoi
e partorisce mostri.
Baldanzoso si erge
su zoccoli taurini
sollevando mulinelli
che mutano in uragani
e,  in drappi orientali avvolti,
solcano lande e acque,
cavalcando un&#8217;anomala onda
governata, non dalla mano
di un cesare,
ma da un solo
indice.
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		<title>L&#8217;incantatore</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/11/04/lincantatore/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 07:51:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Non ricordo più
cosa mi dicesti
per rubarmi il senno
e impadronirti
dei mio cuore.
Parole d&#8217;oro
mi sussurravi
con la tua voce
ammaliatrice.
E, su un prato fiorito
e sotto un cielo
ingemmato, ti amai
come un&#8217;ancella
occidentale
ornandoti il capo
d&#8217;odoroso alloro.
Ma in questa notte
insonne
senza te
la luna strappata
mi serve il conto
e devo darle tutte
le stelle.
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		<title>Vita</title>
		<link>http://aslaimon.wordpress.com/2008/10/27/vita/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 05:18:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Laura Imondi</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Tessere sparse
e disperse a terra,
disposte una accanto all&#8217;altra
per trovare un segno che unisca
questo puzzle incompleto
dettato da un caso bislacco;
pezzi di case
che non combaciano,
di quelle che ho abitato
e di quelle che mi hanno vista
ostaggio;
frammenti di vedute
da finestre sbarrate
che non ho saputo aprire;
lancette precise
di orologi indossati
per troppo poco tempo
ormai ferme al polso
di quella
che potevo essere.
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