tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15026442687823962782011-07-08T02:50:35.525+02:00Le composizioni gialle e noir dell'edizione 2009 del festival di narrativa poliziesca di Monticello Brianzalapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comBlogger1641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-41672762932492807972009-10-11T07:44:00.000+02:002009-10-11T07:45:59.087+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFw2EjHL0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/XopJ35Wd1Kk/s1600-h/Aldo+Denti5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFw2EjHL0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/XopJ35Wd1Kk/s400/Aldo+Denti5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391214303175454530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">La notte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Storie impreviste.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Due sulla strada</div><div style="text-align: center;">con gli occhi chiusi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Storie ancora più impreviste.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rory e Rita</div><div style="text-align: center;">sulla strada</div><div style="text-align: center;">in viaggio </div><div style="text-align: center;">contromano.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un cadavere di troppo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4167276293249280797?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-14725488043556887522009-10-11T07:43:00.000+02:002009-10-11T07:44:02.720+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFwgWAWOLI/AAAAAAAAA18/2KdCnJjUEJs/s1600-h/Aldo+Denti4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFwgWAWOLI/AAAAAAAAA18/2KdCnJjUEJs/s400/Aldo+Denti4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391213929904355506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Fango</div><div style="text-align: center;">sulla strada.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tracce criminali.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chiedi alla polvere</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1472548804355688752?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-37920550780162452432009-10-11T07:41:00.000+02:002009-10-11T07:42:57.848+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFwDWrqNvI/AAAAAAAAA10/KWfjowumiMk/s1600-h/Marco+Mancinelli.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFwDWrqNvI/AAAAAAAAA10/KWfjowumiMk/s400/Marco+Mancinelli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391213431869814514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I ragazzi del massacro</div><div style="text-align: center;">piombo e tenerezza</div><div style="text-align: center;">la gestione del tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">la parola alla difesa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3792055078016245243?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-50133908206767678532009-10-11T07:37:00.000+02:002009-10-11T07:41:00.540+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFvxMiTOpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/G5mbo-ipBvk/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StFvxMiTOpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/G5mbo-ipBvk/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391213119908559506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dopo di te con la pistola</div><div style="text-align: center;">una lunga notte</div><div style="text-align: center;">tu non mi conosci</div><div style="text-align: center;">come vivo ora</div><div style="text-align: center;">ricorda maggie rose</div><div style="text-align: center;">una di loro</div><div style="text-align: center;">il mostro</div><div style="text-align: center;">follie di Brooklyn</div><div style="text-align: center;">nero Brooklyn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5013390820676767853?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-83491559597243886622009-10-10T17:27:00.001+02:002009-10-10T17:28:51.416+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCn9tR8s9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/sV8dNaHzPcQ/s1600-h/Denise+Occorso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCn9tR8s9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/sV8dNaHzPcQ/s400/Denise+Occorso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390993432531219410" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tre metri sopra il cielo</div><div style="text-align: center;">gli angeli piangono,</div><div style="text-align: center;">con una goccia d'acqua,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i fiori del male</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8349155959724388662?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-2356340820278805212009-10-10T17:20:00.000+02:002009-10-10T17:22:19.870+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCmiT6KBNI/AAAAAAAAA1c/pNEGiY9xCPM/s1600-h/Marco+Pellegrini.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCmiT6KBNI/AAAAAAAAA1c/pNEGiY9xCPM/s400/Marco+Pellegrini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991862352446674" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Un oscuro scrutare</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Beyond time and changes</div><div style="text-align: center;">un indovino mi disse</div><div style="text-align: center;">le radici del male</div><div style="text-align: center;">le ragioni del sangue:</div><div style="text-align: center;">maneggiare con cura</div><div style="text-align: center;">i seni più belli del mondo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ogni uomo è polvere,</div><div style="text-align: center;">chiedi perdono!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-235634082027880521?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-85632657268390944652009-10-10T17:18:00.000+02:002009-10-10T17:20:32.118+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCl-zlLnKI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Jy3yLzjPZLU/s1600-h/Elena+Glorini.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCl-zlLnKI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Jy3yLzjPZLU/s400/Elena+Glorini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991252379114658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Una nottte all'improvviso</div><div style="text-align: center;">in giro per la città</div><div style="text-align: center;">ti ho guardato dormire</div><div style="text-align: center;">sulla strada.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prima di dirti addio</div><div style="text-align: center;">spirito libero</div><div style="text-align: center;">sarai solo mia.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mentre la mia piccola dorme</div><div style="text-align: center;">bella al chiaro di luna</div><div style="text-align: center;">un colpo al cuore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ricordatevi di me:</div><div style="text-align: center;">il ladro di cadaveri,</div><div style="text-align: center;">predatore,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la notte mi appartiene</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8563265726839094465?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-13886157215259057682009-10-10T17:16:00.000+02:002009-10-10T17:18:39.671+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StClqpb_BcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/0iHz3rxJrzs/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StClqpb_BcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/0iHz3rxJrzs/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390990906058802626" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Il killer delle ballerine</div><div style="text-align: center;">dentro</div><div style="text-align: center;">la sua danza</div><div style="text-align: center;">la danza della morte</div><div style="text-align: center;">una bambina</div><div style="text-align: center;">la bambina che amava la morte</div><div style="text-align: center;">la cosa veramente peggiore</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1388615721525905768?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-60496591444260407042009-10-10T17:10:00.001+02:002009-10-10T17:16:10.196+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StClJj6ZyNI/AAAAAAAAA1E/E2RBujAEJFo/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StClJj6ZyNI/AAAAAAAAA1E/E2RBujAEJFo/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390990337640089810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">La ragazza senza volto</div><div style="text-align: center;">la figlia dell'aggiustaossa</div><div style="text-align: center;">amiche per la vita</div><div style="text-align: center;">il giorno dell'incidente</div><div style="text-align: center;">un giorno perfetto</div><div style="text-align: center;">un piano perfetto</div><div style="text-align: center;">tutto ciò che muore</div><div style="text-align: center;">come dio comanda</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6049659144426040704?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-918353704935484082009-10-10T17:04:00.003+02:002009-10-10T17:10:14.874+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCjgzzAOfI/AAAAAAAAA00/l9s9O7Lp0aU/s1600-h/Cristina+Villa2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCjgzzAOfI/AAAAAAAAA00/l9s9O7Lp0aU/s400/Cristina+Villa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390988538017757682" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vivere al tempo della Repubblica Sociale Italiana</div><div style="text-align: center;">se li conosci li eviti</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'irritante questione delle camere a gas</div><div style="text-align: center;">cenere</div><div style="text-align: center;">gli scomparsi</div><div style="text-align: center;">le anime morte</div><div style="text-align: center;">uno psicologo nel lager</div><div style="text-align: center;">il giorno del giudizio</div><div style="text-align: center;">nel giardino dell'eden</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-91835370493548408?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-84559344028717390922009-10-10T17:01:00.002+02:002009-10-10T17:04:35.864+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCiZ7xuTAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Fy0WidwzCig/s1600-h/Immagine+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCiZ7xuTAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Fy0WidwzCig/s400/Immagine+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390987320389159938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCiAtnJcGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/vV875poE8IM/s1600-h/Immagine+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCiAtnJcGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/vV875poE8IM/s400/Immagine+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986887089975394" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8455934402871739092?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-37981562167163439022009-10-10T16:58:00.000+02:002009-10-10T17:01:01.812+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StChmgVEISI/AAAAAAAAA0M/I81fcwu_9Zw/s1600-h/Immagine+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StChmgVEISI/AAAAAAAAA0M/I81fcwu_9Zw/s400/Immagine+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986436847870242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StChZxvbZPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lzihgeKIqgM/s1600-h/Immagine+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StChZxvbZPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lzihgeKIqgM/s400/Immagine+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390986218183550194" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3798156216716343902?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-76945121286636808512009-10-10T16:47:00.001+02:002009-10-10T16:57:49.621+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCg5Okq16I/AAAAAAAAAz0/wF-eoGufwcI/s1600-h/Immagine+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCg5Okq16I/AAAAAAAAAz0/wF-eoGufwcI/s400/Immagine+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390985658987370402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCfrMCG-dI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pO90qUNsBcQ/s1600-h/Immagine+6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCfrMCG-dI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pO90qUNsBcQ/s400/Immagine+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390984318275746258" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7694512128663680851?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-70817844931846316742009-10-10T16:46:00.001+02:002009-10-11T07:44:24.134+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCeSYDWcNI/AAAAAAAAAzc/0HBCN8UclmU/s1600-h/Aldo+Denti3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCeSYDWcNI/AAAAAAAAAzc/0HBCN8UclmU/s400/Aldo+Denti3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390982792493822162" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Adelante!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ti prendo e ti porto via</div><div style="text-align: center;">di buon passo</div><div style="text-align: center;">sulla strada.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un delitto, un mistero e un matrimonio</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7081784493184631674?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-27689436609781835832009-10-10T16:45:00.001+02:002009-10-10T16:45:53.379+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCeC02fGCI/AAAAAAAAAzU/HCwRm--8h08/s1600-h/Aldo+Denti2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCeC02fGCI/AAAAAAAAAzU/HCwRm--8h08/s400/Aldo+Denti2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390982525346584610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">La gallina volante</div><div style="text-align: center;">tre meri sopra il cielo;</div><div style="text-align: center;">mosca più balena;</div><div style="text-align: center;">le uova </div><div style="text-align: center;">del drago.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Memorie di un cuoco di astronave</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2768943660978183583?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-11388198824308961152009-10-10T16:43:00.001+02:002009-10-10T16:44:50.356+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCdx_oGgyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/hhltfZb5kLA/s1600-h/Tiziana+Verga2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCdx_oGgyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/hhltfZb5kLA/s400/Tiziana+Verga2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390982236181267234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">L’albergo delle donne tristi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Una finestra vista lago</div><div style="text-align: center;">Labili confini</div><div style="text-align: center;">In punta di cuore,</div><div style="text-align: center;">alla fine del silenzio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’insostenibile</div><div style="text-align: center;">leggerezza dell’essere</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando il cielo non basta</div><div style="text-align: center;">basta poco per sentirsi soli</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dimenticare lui,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il lupo mercante</div><div style="text-align: center;">il ladro del sorriso</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chiudi gli occhi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il buio</div><div style="text-align: center;">che ci divide…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dissolvenza al nero</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1138819882430896115?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-68949607693257596522009-10-10T16:38:00.003+02:002009-10-10T16:42:45.498+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCcqTUOUjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4PMlv67en6I/s1600-h/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCcqTUOUjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/4PMlv67en6I/s400/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390981004516020786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Idra</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eldest</div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry Potter e il principe mezzosangue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hanno rapito il grigio!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Messaggi dal bosco</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'occhio del lupo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry Potter i doni della morte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il richiamo della foresta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6894960769325759652?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-61232131821917065592009-10-10T16:35:00.004+02:002009-10-10T16:38:15.981+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCcH80eBvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/87tHZTtBJmI/s1600-h/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCcH80eBvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/87tHZTtBJmI/s400/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390980414361700082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Messaggi dal bosco</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cenerentola</div><div style="text-align: center;">murata viva</div><div style="text-align: center;">il richiamo della foresta</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6123213182191706559?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-91414326720977594402009-10-10T16:34:00.001+02:002009-10-10T16:35:30.674+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCbmXWCyaI/AAAAAAAAAy0/DrvzR63uHvE/s1600-h/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCbmXWCyaI/AAAAAAAAAy0/DrvzR63uHvE/s400/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979837366290850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cinema segreto</div><div style="text-align: center;">storie da brividi</div><div style="text-align: center;">io non ho paura</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-9141432672097759440?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-43684114133843476662009-10-10T16:21:00.002+02:002009-10-10T16:33:59.299+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCYwfavTQI/AAAAAAAAAys/EmFUIDnqneI/s1600-h/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCYwfavTQI/AAAAAAAAAys/EmFUIDnqneI/s400/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390976712797277442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cosa sogni, Valentina?</div><div style="text-align: center;">La caverna degli orrori</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cenerentola</div><div style="text-align: center;">murata viva</div><div style="text-align: center;">i ragazzi di Villa Emma</div><div style="text-align: center;">la compagnia dei Celestini</div><div style="text-align: center;">la squadra perfetta</div><div style="text-align: center;">alla ricerca della felicità</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4368411413384347666?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-5352597860192988932009-10-10T16:17:00.003+02:002009-10-10T16:21:42.982+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCX0nYZjWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FMpr2yN_SwQ/s1600-h/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCX0nYZjWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FMpr2yN_SwQ/s400/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390975684142796130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I ragazzi di Villa Emma</div><div style="text-align: center;">la squadra perfetta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hanno rapito il grigio!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Due settimane in maggio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vendetta</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il leone, la strega e l'armadio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Harry Potter e il calice di fuoco.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A ciascuno il suo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-535259786019298893?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-1987184998166039732009-10-10T16:12:00.003+02:002009-10-10T16:17:48.918+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCXT3jcKCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-WhzNpaGgvE/s1600-h/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCXT3jcKCI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-WhzNpaGgvE/s400/Scuola+media+Rufo+Alzate+Brianza+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390975121548388386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cronache dall'Olimpo</div><div style="text-align: center;">cosa sogni Valentina?</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'isola del tesoro fantasma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il fantasma di Canterville</div><div style="text-align: center;">terrore degli abissi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io non ho paura</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-198718499816603973?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-72146208554888852562009-10-10T16:10:00.000+02:002009-10-10T16:11:40.677+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCWB6RqkmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Dsf9ATmZqf0/s1600-h/Pierre+Marelli2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCWB6RqkmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Dsf9ATmZqf0/s400/Pierre+Marelli2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390973713529868898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cose di Sicilia e di Siciliani</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gocce di Sicilia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sicilia mia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Terra matta</div><div style="text-align: center;">Solitudine</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isole</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'Isola dei morti</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'Isola che bruccia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stromboli</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'estate torbida</div><div style="text-align: center;">La vampa d'agosto</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'odore della notte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le ginestre di Punta Lazzaro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spingendo la notte più in là</div><div style="text-align: center;">Voi non sapete</div><div style="text-align: center;">La doppia vita di M. Laurent</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'amante senza fissa dimora</div><div style="text-align: center;">La Pensione Eva</div><div style="text-align: center;">Giacaranda</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rossa</div><div style="text-align: center;">L'occhio lungo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il tailleur grigio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Capelli di serpe</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelle di corallo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Odore di cipria</div><div style="text-align: center;">Baci da non ripetere</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sogni perduti</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7214620855488885256?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-31509683805653753552009-10-10T16:06:00.003+02:002009-10-10T16:09:17.795+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCVQApIsQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uZVFNlPM1sc/s1600-h/Roberto+Radaelli.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCVQApIsQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uZVFNlPM1sc/s400/Roberto+Radaelli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390972856245465346" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">La luna fredda</div><div style="text-align: center;">stelle nere</div><div style="text-align: center;">sentiero nero</div><div style="text-align: center;">il silenzio degli innocenti</div><div style="text-align: center;">costretti a sanguinare</div><div style="text-align: center;">il sangue versato</div><div style="text-align: center;">i fiumi di porpora</div><div style="text-align: center;">il grido silenzioso<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">come in una tomba</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3150968380565375355?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-51317388748102879912009-10-10T16:00:00.002+02:002009-10-10T16:01:59.311+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Il Seppellitore di bambole</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Muro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Corvo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Muro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Paesaggio con Fratello rotto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCTv3MtXiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/nL5Q53sJROU/s1600-h/Ornella+Guzzetti3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StCTv3MtXiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/nL5Q53sJROU/s400/Ornella+Guzzetti3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390971204442873378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5131738874810287991?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-59976695837441210952009-10-10T10:15:00.001+02:002009-10-10T10:17:12.220+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBC51dYYrI/AAAAAAAAAx8/PiufzDFgCBY/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco11.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBC51dYYrI/AAAAAAAAAx8/PiufzDFgCBY/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390882315332772530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Accadde tutto in una notte</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’autobus del brivido</div><div style="text-align: center;">brivido nero</div><div style="text-align: center;">K </div><div style="text-align: center;">come killer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nessuna pietà per Barbie!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5997669583744121095?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-39224248738254294282009-10-10T10:14:00.002+02:002009-10-10T10:15:48.596+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBClweypsI/AAAAAAAAAx0/79WSJXY9soI/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco10.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBClweypsI/AAAAAAAAAx0/79WSJXY9soI/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390881970399127234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">PIANETA POLLO:</div><div style="text-align: center;">TRAGEDIA IN TRE ATTI</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ti ucciderò domani</div><div style="text-align: center;">all’ombra dei girasoli</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Profumo di timo</div><div style="text-align: center;">nella vecchia fattoria</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tutti a tavola:</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’anima nel piatto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3922424873825429428?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-76360061235565209932009-10-10T10:13:00.002+02:002009-10-10T10:14:05.164+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBCPfd0_UI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GX2Yy2FjJWM/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBCPfd0_UI/AAAAAAAAAxs/GX2Yy2FjJWM/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390881587874561346" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">LA STORIA INFINITA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gli assassini </div><div style="text-align: center;">sono tra noi</div><div style="text-align: center;">A volte</div><div style="text-align: center;">ritornano</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anche i fantasmi</div><div style="text-align: center;">tremano</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7636006123556520993?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-24834748919812730502009-10-10T10:11:00.002+02:002009-10-10T10:12:55.052+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBBx_5w8KI/AAAAAAAAAxk/xoz2OQdWSuc/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBBx_5w8KI/AAAAAAAAAxk/xoz2OQdWSuc/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390881081185595554" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">LA MACCHINA INFERNALE</div><div style="text-align: center;">C’è un assassino nel collegio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sette notti di sangue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Incubo!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Al risveglio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">un silenzio colpevole</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il mistero non ha fine…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2483474891981273050?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-29091312097402757522009-10-10T10:09:00.002+02:002009-10-10T10:10:52.334+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBBWgLpytI/AAAAAAAAAxc/7RZqnMCHDnM/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBBWgLpytI/AAAAAAAAAxc/7RZqnMCHDnM/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390880608814222034" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hanno ucciso Lucio Dalla</div><div style="text-align: center;">Urlo di mamma</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’ha ucciso lei!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Col sangue agli occhi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Senza pietà</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2909131209740275752?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-86346006928307617642009-10-10T10:07:00.002+02:002009-10-10T10:08:22.138+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBA4nKk3wI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tIadRINgJ-k/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBA4nKk3wI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tIadRINgJ-k/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390880095292677890" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Appuntamento a tre,</div><div style="text-align: center;">gli amici del delitto perfetto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il pericolo senza nome.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scappa, Bouc, scappa!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Corri e non voltarti mai!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Non c’è più scampo…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8634600692830761764?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-4773959385185369782009-10-10T10:05:00.002+02:002009-10-10T10:07:08.253+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBAi-bUS2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/GLRfNUTHSHs/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBAi-bUS2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/GLRfNUTHSHs/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390879723579788130" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">DELITTO ALLA FINESTRA</div><div style="text-align: center;">Accadde </div><div style="text-align: center;">in una notte di luna</div><div style="text-align: center;">Colpi alla porta</div><div style="text-align: center;">C’è nessuno?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Una donna,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la tigre bianca</div><div style="text-align: center;">I fuochi dell’ira</div><div style="text-align: center;">La camera di sangue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gli assassini</div><div style="text-align: center;">sono tra noi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-477395938518536978?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-71853714437461320162009-10-10T10:04:00.003+02:002009-10-10T10:05:35.703+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBALjd-afI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H24ueOB_M94/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StBALjd-afI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H24ueOB_M94/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390879321206188530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">COLAZIONE DA TIFFANY,</div><div style="text-align: center;">UNA STREGA BIONDO CENERE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vermi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Petali e sangue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Veleno d’inchiostro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arsenico</div><div style="text-align: center;">Favole e frittelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">Due gocce di rugiada</div><div style="text-align: center;">e una di cielo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alito di vampiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anelli di drago</div><div style="text-align: center;">Preparatevi</div><div style="text-align: center;">a passare dei guai!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7185371443746132016?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-65567331258857760552009-10-10T10:01:00.001+02:002009-10-10T10:03:27.038+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA_ZxNJTnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oOwX_eoo5tc/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA_ZxNJTnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oOwX_eoo5tc/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390878465900236402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ARSENICO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Non dire gatto…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Non avrò più paura:</div><div style="text-align: center;">ti ucciderò</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aspetta…</div><div style="text-align: center;">… e vedrai</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6556733125885776055?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-1278842079405958552009-10-10T09:59:00.003+02:002009-10-10T10:03:14.274+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Ti ucciderò</div><div style="text-align: center;">Appuntamento </div><div style="text-align: center;">al Blu Profondo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un drink prima di uccidere</div><div style="text-align: center;">La lama sottile…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Calma </div><div style="text-align: center;">e sangue freddo!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Addio, mia amata…</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA_AmH-PhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PrDJR09DJGk/s1600-h/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA_AmH-PhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PrDJR09DJGk/s400/Scuola+Media+di+Maggianico,+classe+II+E+-+Biblioteca+Civica+di+Lecco2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390878033429020178" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-127884207940595855?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-24127267551797292112009-10-10T09:56:00.004+02:002009-10-10T10:03:42.312+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">L’ha ucciso lei</div><div style="text-align: center;">a sangue freddo</div><div style="text-align: center;">al bistrot</div><div style="text-align: center;">dopo mezzanotte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Diciassette colpi</div><div style="text-align: center;">senza pietà</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA-Q1e_zcI/AAAAAAAAAws/8e4s3DXqBD8/s1600-h/Tiziana+Verga2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA-Q1e_zcI/AAAAAAAAAws/8e4s3DXqBD8/s400/Tiziana+Verga2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390877212918402498" /><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2412726755179729211?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-58870604692089413402009-10-10T09:54:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:54:51.341+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA9sslPjTI/AAAAAAAAAwk/G_aNvN5ff0c/s1600-h/Roberta+Tadini3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA9sslPjTI/AAAAAAAAAwk/G_aNvN5ff0c/s400/Roberta+Tadini3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390876592053390642" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Il buio oltre la siepe</div><div style="text-align: center;">il giardino segreto</div><div style="text-align: center;">il profumo di rose e di sangue</div><div style="text-align: center;">sangue innocente.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5887060469208941340?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-36181212051697626162009-10-10T09:52:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:53:14.845+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA9VrvU20I/AAAAAAAAAwc/5zln3zzTu3U/s1600-h/Roberta+Tadini2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA9VrvU20I/AAAAAAAAAwc/5zln3zzTu3U/s400/Roberta+Tadini2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390876196690254658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">6 aprile '96</div><div style="text-align: center;">un giorno perfetto</div><div style="text-align: center;">La cosa veramente peggiore</div><div style="text-align: center;">il coltello che mi ha ucciso</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3618121205169762616?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-73171412005108987492009-10-10T09:49:00.003+02:002009-10-10T09:52:03.775+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA8r49E3dI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ez-YEQ1ices/s1600-h/Roberta+Tadini1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA8r49E3dI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ez-YEQ1ices/s400/Roberta+Tadini1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390875478683082194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lo strano caso del cane ucciso a mezzanotte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Per puro caso</div><div style="text-align: center;">il gatto ha trovato qualcosa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il delitto perfetto non esiste</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7317141200510898749?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-47199558326777147422009-10-10T09:45:00.003+02:002009-10-10T09:48:21.197+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA7zV1wQaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QrjG7xvsmeg/s1600-h/Erminia+Vigan%C3%B2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA7zV1wQaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QrjG7xvsmeg/s400/Erminia+Vigan%C3%B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390874507184456098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Era una notte buia e tempestosa</div><div style="text-align: center;">negli occhi di una ragazza</div><div style="text-align: center;">senza famiglia.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Paura di volare</div><div style="text-align: center;">più lontana della luna.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I bambini leggono </div><div style="text-align: center;">storie di ordinaria follia.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Che fare?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io uccido</div><div style="text-align: center;">in nome di Dio</div><div style="text-align: center;">il gatto del rabbino</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se non ora, quando?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4719955832677714742?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-6688421145036295952009-10-10T09:43:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:45:16.754+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA7RxEMOdI/AAAAAAAAAwE/cS77NKEd1P0/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA7RxEMOdI/AAAAAAAAAwE/cS77NKEd1P0/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390873930377214418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Diario di un killer sentimentale</div><div style="text-align: center;">passato, presente e chissà</div><div style="text-align: center;">un altro giorno è andato</div><div style="text-align: center;">sulla sua strada</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-668842114503629595?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-55914817511231501012009-10-10T09:42:00.000+02:002009-10-10T09:43:15.011+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA69jUM-7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/dWTa9X0lGTE/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA69jUM-7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/dWTa9X0lGTE/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390873583088892850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Apro il frigo e cucino</div><div style="text-align: center;">corpi freddi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5591481751123150101?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-28854814031437485372009-10-10T09:39:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:42:01.197+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA6YGQyqFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BwyLfI5kPUw/s1600-h/Luca+Occhi.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA6YGQyqFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/BwyLfI5kPUw/s400/Luca+Occhi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390872939634796626" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ossessione</div><div style="text-align: center;">in un tempo freddo e oscuro</div><div style="text-align: center;">una stagione selvaggia</div><div style="text-align: center;">molto dopo mezzanotte</div><div style="text-align: center;">ti ucciderò</div><div style="text-align: center;">come una bestia selvaggia</div><div style="text-align: center;">lupo mannaro.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mostri</div><div style="text-align: center;">chi è morto alzi la mano</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2885481403143748537?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-49539982035523058382009-10-10T09:37:00.003+02:002009-10-10T09:39:28.727+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Sulla pelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">tagli</div><div style="text-align: center;">causa di morte</div><div style="text-align: center;">cent'anni di solitudine</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA59KU0EDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/MovEpVz3lhI/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA59KU0EDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/MovEpVz3lhI/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390872476868939826" /><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4953998203552305838?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-27490588802494336852009-10-10T09:35:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:37:30.100+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA5eAq3DSI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6pSkDbeWy6A/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA5eAq3DSI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6pSkDbeWy6A/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390871941701111074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Storie d'inverno</div><div style="text-align: center;">la neve se ne frega</div><div style="text-align: center;">dell'amore e di altri demoni</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2749058880249433685?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-24459065090009548562009-10-10T09:33:00.001+02:002009-10-10T09:35:10.084+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA5BEQ-KOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Hs0DomFR56k/s1600-h/Aldo+Denti1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA5BEQ-KOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Hs0DomFR56k/s400/Aldo+Denti1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390871444450060514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yaets è morto</div><div style="text-align: center;">in fondo alla palude</div><div style="text-align: center;">quella mattina di luglio</div><div style="text-align: center;">più o meno alle tre.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quello che rimane</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'impronta dell'angelo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2445906509000954856?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-36905907318763603112009-10-10T09:31:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:33:15.708+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Quando ero piccolo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si fa o non si fa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tocca e senti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">un cavallo per amico</div><div style="text-align: center;">la natura attorno a noi</div><div style="text-align: center;">la grande avventura</div><div style="text-align: center;">inseguimento a New York.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La bambola stregata,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il luna park stregato</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clotilde coraggiosa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">300 mucche per una via di fuga</div><div style="text-align: center;">i segreti del regno delle fate</div><div style="text-align: center;">il mio diario delle vacanze</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arriva la nonna!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Per una nipote molto speciale</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA4myjSkFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/TJ_c8d80dO4/s1600-h/Alessandra+Pettenuzzo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA4myjSkFI/AAAAAAAAAvU/TJ_c8d80dO4/s400/Alessandra+Pettenuzzo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870993018458194" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3690590731876360311?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-81588319030645361002009-10-10T09:28:00.003+02:002009-10-10T09:31:13.509+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Mara Gianesello e Romy Prizzon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando cadrà la pioggia tornerò:</div><div style="text-align: center;">delitto a Stoccolma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anime morte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la decima sinfonia.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA37AO61QI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Hn8EYHOjsso/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo14.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA37AO61QI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Hn8EYHOjsso/s400/Istituto+Creazzo14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870240776869122" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8158831903064536100?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-91899069988206832742009-10-10T09:26:00.001+02:002009-10-10T09:28:35.226+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Francesca Brigandì, Alessia Rossato, Beatrice Zacchini</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Luna di ghiaccio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">un luogo incerto…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ho già sentito questa canzone:</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’angelo delle ossa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’ultimo indizio.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA3cyw46eI/AAAAAAAAAvE/LT-d4mze9AY/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo13.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA3cyw46eI/AAAAAAAAAvE/LT-d4mze9AY/s400/Istituto+Creazzo13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390869721765177826" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-9189906998820683274?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-92103136212480568882009-10-10T09:23:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:26:24.874+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Sara Chilese, Chiara Zampieri, Alessia Zin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Il regno delle nebbie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">una voce nel vento:</div><div style="text-align: center;">la nave in fuga,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Avventura in Illiria.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il mistero dell’isola invisibile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA3AR3iIUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/3vqRNpIBud8/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo12.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA3AR3iIUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/3vqRNpIBud8/s400/Istituto+Creazzo12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390869231898337602" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-9210313621248056888?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-46772284581430837622009-10-10T09:21:00.003+02:002009-10-10T09:23:26.333+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Mara Gianesello e Romy Prizzon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Averti trovato ora,</div><div style="text-align: center;">un porto sicuro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quando il male è ormai alle spalle:</div><div style="text-align: center;">angeli nell’ombra.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA2Ji0_NuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6oVlLLQzkeY/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo11.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA2Ji0_NuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6oVlLLQzkeY/s400/Istituto+Creazzo11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390868291558258402" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4677228458143083762?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-4301530679510824152009-10-10T09:12:00.004+02:002009-10-10T09:20:57.613+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Giacomo De Nardo e Matteo Rasia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lo zio matto che porta via</div><div style="text-align: center;">la cassaforte segreta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Testimone oculare,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ci vediamo sulla mia tomba.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA1oUGYCpI/AAAAAAAAAus/_V6mDbiR3Nk/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo10.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StA1oUGYCpI/AAAAAAAAAus/_V6mDbiR3Nk/s400/Istituto+Creazzo10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390867720668973714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-430153067951082415?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-78247298557649803542009-10-10T09:08:00.001+02:002009-10-10T09:10:32.770+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Chiara Dall’Angelo e Giorgia Farinello</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">L’ultimo giorno di quiete,</div><div style="text-align: center;">attraverso il tuo corpo</div><div style="text-align: center;">morto, ma non sepolto.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io sono la vendetta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la strada del terrore.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mille e un mistero…</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAzRepDkjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5-g1DyJrXCU/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAzRepDkjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5-g1DyJrXCU/s400/Istituto+Creazzo9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390865129338540594" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7824729855764980354?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-31888433528930068462009-10-10T09:07:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:08:49.269+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Silvia Bregalda e Arianna De Tommaso </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Un cuore grande</div><div style="text-align: center;">verso la guerra.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Senza scrupoli,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sangue sulla neve:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prove sepolte.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAy21vo0aI/AAAAAAAAAuU/aTmXiu725ZU/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAy21vo0aI/AAAAAAAAAuU/aTmXiu725ZU/s400/Istituto+Creazzo8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390864671683695010" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3188843352893006846?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-51479640156832288342009-10-10T09:05:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:07:05.061+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Silvia Bregalda e Arianna De Tommaso </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dopo lunga e penosa malattia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">soltanto un sorriso.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il silenzio delle ossa:</div><div style="text-align: center;">morire …e poi?</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’anima,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sotto accusa:</div><div style="text-align: center;">si mangia!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAydW7fneI/AAAAAAAAAuM/an8Xt2U_b8s/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAydW7fneI/AAAAAAAAAuM/an8Xt2U_b8s/s400/Istituto+Creazzo7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390864233915194850" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5147964015683228834?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-87971734157262953422009-10-10T09:03:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:05:06.654+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Andrijana Pruvlovic e Jovana Trenkes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Alice è in pericolo:</div><div style="text-align: center;">ladri a Nottingham,</div><div style="text-align: center;">due vite in gioco,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arthur e George.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAx_tebXKI/AAAAAAAAAuE/1oOVxijyxlw/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAx_tebXKI/AAAAAAAAAuE/1oOVxijyxlw/s400/Istituto+Creazzo6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390863724571221154" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8797173415726295342?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-59897315588995504172009-10-10T08:59:00.001+02:002009-10-10T09:03:26.118+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Sara Chilese, Chiara Zamperi, Alessia Zin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Scuola omicidi:</div><div style="text-align: center;">con la morte nel cuore</div><div style="text-align: center;">ho ucciso il mio prof!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Non dirlo a nessuno…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAxfhYKzcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LqNw05Wlxxc/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAxfhYKzcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/LqNw05Wlxxc/s400/Istituto+Creazzo5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390863171567930818" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5989731558899550417?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-1701216674282871032009-10-10T08:54:00.005+02:002009-10-10T08:59:34.642+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Alberto Cavallin e Sebastiano Idiometri</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">La fine del tempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">nelle terre estreme.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sotto il cielo di San Francisco, </div><div style="text-align: center;">nessun testimone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scritto nelle ossa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">le parole segrete:</div><div style="text-align: center;">il codice da Vinci.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAwrCDHlUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LZ2rZsg4Xmw/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAwrCDHlUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LZ2rZsg4Xmw/s400/Istituto+Creazzo4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390862269804942658" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-170121667428287103?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-26061005748539874372009-10-10T08:54:00.004+02:002009-10-10T08:57:02.042+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Giacomo Berterra e Giacomo Brunaporto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Se ti trovi in pericolo</div><div style="text-align: center;">dove è sempre notte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nella luce del sorriso di mio padre</div><div style="text-align: center;">la forza di restare,</div><div style="text-align: center;">prima del gelo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAv-eX4ygI/AAAAAAAAAts/aQkcNeA0o1s/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAv-eX4ygI/AAAAAAAAAts/aQkcNeA0o1s/s400/Istituto+Creazzo3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390861504314132994" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2606100574853987437?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-87085099985002555702009-10-10T08:51:00.002+02:002009-10-10T08:54:10.486+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Elena Sbalchiero e Federica Vezzaro</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Il quadro che uccide…</div><div style="text-align: center;">quattro sorelle e un funerale.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nessun testimone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sotto accusa:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Key Scarpetta.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAvVdVxiwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/au3sgLezr_s/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAvVdVxiwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/au3sgLezr_s/s400/Istituto+Creazzo2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390860799662197506" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8708509998500255570?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-42709053249797797842009-10-10T08:49:00.006+02:002009-10-10T08:54:34.384+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Chiara Dall’Angelo e Giorgia Farinello</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Il cecchino,</div><div style="text-align: center;">omicidio rituale:</div><div style="text-align: center;">ancora un giorno</div><div style="text-align: center;">chi si nasconde</div><div style="text-align: center;">sotto il burqa.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAupVIf2GI/AAAAAAAAAtc/sEfDGGUz0qQ/s1600-h/Istituto+Creazzo1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAupVIf2GI/AAAAAAAAAtc/sEfDGGUz0qQ/s400/Istituto+Creazzo1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390860041544783970" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4270905324979779784?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-3420510056051771422009-10-10T08:44:00.002+02:002009-10-10T08:45:56.350+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Quella calda estate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">un po' di emozioni.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La camera azzurra,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il profumo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'ospite inquietante.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Se questo è un uomo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">io uccido.</div><div style="text-align: center;">N.P.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAtjE49SkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uv-lOxLdweY/s1600-h/silvia+bosi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAtjE49SkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uv-lOxLdweY/s400/silvia+bosi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390858834593794626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-342051005605177142?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-41675840599829813762009-10-10T08:41:00.002+02:002009-10-10T08:43:48.760+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAtERlflXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MEhtqMXYHbc/s1600-h/mauro+bosi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAtERlflXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MEhtqMXYHbc/s320/mauro+bosi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390858305425872242" /></a>Settembre 1984,<br />il giorno della tempesta,<br />elogio della follia.<br />Di noi tre, tre madri,<br />donne dagli occhi grandi,<br />io uccido sulla strada<br />il birraio di Preston,<br />il tredicesimo giurato,<br />testimone allo specchio.<br />Delitto e castigo,<br />ragione e sentimento.<br />L'insostenibile leggerezza dell'essere.<br />Voglia di tenerezza,<br />voglia di urlare,<br />senza voltarsi indietro.<br />Pura vita.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4167584059982981376?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-46731994141383132602009-10-10T08:39:00.002+02:002009-10-10T08:41:34.947+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAsdpRYZGI/AAAAAAAAAtE/akRzGyE6WxQ/s1600-h/cinzia+bordon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/StAsdpRYZGI/AAAAAAAAAtE/akRzGyE6WxQ/s400/cinzia+bordon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390857641769067618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Non ti muovere</div><div style="text-align: center;">cuore di tenebra.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chiedi alla polvere</div><div style="text-align: center;">castelli di rabbia</div><div style="text-align: center;">vergogna</div><div style="text-align: center;">espiazione</div><div style="text-align: center;">caos calmo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Si sta facendo sempre più tardi.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uno, nessuno, centomila</div><div style="text-align: center;">io uccido,</div><div style="text-align: center;">con gli occhi chiusi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">le anime morte.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4673199414138313260?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-10666958348072363932009-10-08T20:04:00.003+02:002009-10-27T22:32:36.276+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ss4qaF94-NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5QmMxu_Fj9M/s1600-h/Martina+Crippa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ss4qaF94-NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5QmMxu_Fj9M/s400/Martina+Crippa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390292431775791314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">3+2 un'avventura per cinque</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Un mistero per Valentina:</div><div style="text-align: center;">il rapimento della principessa Camomilla</div><div style="text-align: center;">non è una cosa seria.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anna è furiosa:</div><div style="text-align: center;">ladri pericolosi</div><div style="text-align: center;">hanno rubato la barba a Barbagrossa!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando Hitler rubò il coniglio rosa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il codice del drago,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il tesoro del cimitero</div><div style="text-align: center;">è arrivata Patty Springs,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'agente segreto:</div><div style="text-align: center;">caccia al tesoro</div><div style="text-align: center;">cinque settimane in pallone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La casa stregata,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la vedova nera,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'uomo pietrificato: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Alex non ha paura di niente.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il mistero del castello fantasma:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Martina di poggio di giugno</div><div style="text-align: center;">in viaggio per la luna </div><div style="text-align: center;">nel regno della fantasia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1066695834807236393?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-42134719106069951012009-10-08T19:56:00.006+02:002009-10-08T20:03:44.004+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ss4n3X_D0TI/AAAAAAAAAss/ch8M5GhRFm8/s1600-h/Pierre+Marelli.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ss4n3X_D0TI/AAAAAAAAAss/ch8M5GhRFm8/s400/Pierre+Marelli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390289636293857586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In Sicilia</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'isola che brucia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Inferno</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io non ho paura</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sui colli all'alba</div><div style="text-align: center;">dove il vento suona</div><div style="text-align: center;">Terra matta</div><div style="text-align: center;">un disegno imperfetto</div><div style="text-align: center;">il colore del sole</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'albero dai fiori bianchi</div><div style="text-align: center;">cani, camosci, cuculi e un corvo</div><div style="text-align: center;">un volo magico</div><div style="text-align: center;">itinerario eoliano</div><div style="text-align: center;">il cane che andava per mare</div><div style="text-align: center;">il mare color del vino.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il passato è una terra straniera</div><div style="text-align: center;">voi non sapete</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'arte della gioia</div><div style="text-align: center;">vita con Giò</div><div style="text-align: center;">trentaseimila giorni</div><div style="text-align: center;">allegro ma non troppo</div><div style="text-align: center;">il corso delle cose</div><div style="text-align: center;">sogni perduti</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4213471910606995101?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-34452609084509113722009-10-08T19:41:00.002+02:002009-10-08T19:55:22.332+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ss4lbC1hkFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/52IMmZddfMY/s1600-h/Nicoletta+Longoni4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ss4lbC1hkFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/52IMmZddfMY/s400/Nicoletta+Longoni4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390286950557126738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><br /></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;">Lei che nella foto non sorrideva</div><div style="text-align: center;">vorrei che fosse lei</div><div style="text-align: center;">niente è come appare</div><div style="text-align: center;">ora che so</div><div style="text-align: center;">il segreto di Ofelia</div><div style="text-align: center;">perché non parli?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Che cosa ti aspetti da me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Incubo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io non ho paura</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io no</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qualcuno morirà</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scegli me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3445260908450911372?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-90396943139644234062009-10-07T19:35:00.003+02:002009-10-07T19:38:03.739+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszRhzCs42I/AAAAAAAAAsY/IEbY91dx7GA/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszRhzCs42I/AAAAAAAAAsY/IEbY91dx7GA/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389913232623068002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Spiriti</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dracula</div><div style="text-align: center;">le diaboliche</div><div style="text-align: center;">corpi freddi</div><div style="text-align: center;">identità al buio</div><div style="text-align: center;">serial killer</div><div style="text-align: center;">crimini</div><div style="text-align: center;">delitti in provincia</div><div style="text-align: center;">sogni di sangue</div><div style="text-align: center;">io non ho paura</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-9039694313964423406?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-9983494597999069702009-10-07T19:32:00.002+02:002009-10-07T19:35:03.721+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszQ2_CGNwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FC-Al_UmdGo/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszQ2_CGNwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FC-Al_UmdGo/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389912497107384066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">La bellezza e l'inferno</div><div style="text-align: center;">angeli e demoni</div><div style="text-align: center;">tramonto e polvere</div><div style="text-align: center;">artigli e fusa</div><div style="text-align: center;">mai sentita così bene</div><div style="text-align: center;">istruzioni per rendersi infelici</div><div style="text-align: center;">bilico</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-998349459799906970?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-5747966868607008432009-10-07T19:29:00.000+02:002009-10-07T19:31:56.187+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszQOH6C8sI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9A3i0JPC8OA/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszQOH6C8sI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9A3i0JPC8OA/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389911795114898114" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quel maledetto coltello,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nelle mani giuste.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cronaca di una morte annunciata.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-574796686860700843?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-70270088194900911902009-10-07T19:21:00.002+02:002009-10-07T19:22:41.981+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszOUXmDZMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rF6lmNUSgUQ/s1600-h/Paola+Cattaneo4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszOUXmDZMI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rF6lmNUSgUQ/s400/Paola+Cattaneo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389909703381968066" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Furore</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vento dell’Est: vento dell’Ovest</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un giorno di fuoco</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandi ustionati</div><div style="text-align: center;">I folli muoiono</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nel fuoco</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7027008819490091190?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-67829301997845794512009-10-07T19:19:00.002+02:002009-10-07T19:20:52.278+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszN22UliEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IF91xYzOI6I/s1600-h/Paola+Cattaneo3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszN22UliEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/IF91xYzOI6I/s400/Paola+Cattaneo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389909196234131522" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">210 giorni nelle viscere della terra</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quattro tonnellate di diamanti</div><div style="text-align: center;">Una fortuna pericolosa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tutte le ragazze lo sanno</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’angelo nero</div><div style="text-align: center;">La dama della Morgue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un delitto in Olanda</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il re è morto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vendetta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6782930199784579451?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-61179494101436744622009-10-07T19:13:00.002+02:002009-10-07T19:19:09.267+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszNEK95W9I/AAAAAAAAArw/JZFsUN7G7p8/s1600-h/Paola+Cattaneo2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SszNEK95W9I/AAAAAAAAArw/JZFsUN7G7p8/s400/Paola+Cattaneo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389908325602778066" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">L’orologiaio di Everton</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il padrino</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’uomo di Londra</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il socio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il pazzo di Bergerac</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il cliente</div><div style="text-align: center;">La ballerina del Gai Moulin</div><div style="text-align: center;">La ladra</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le magnifiche canaglie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Liberty Bar</div><div style="text-align: center;">La stanza del delitto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pietr il Lettone</div><div style="text-align: center;">La spia che venne dal freddo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cecile è morta</div><div style="text-align: center;">Di acqua e di vento</div><div style="text-align: center;">La semplice arte del delitto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6117949410143674462?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-15123596067850363692009-10-07T08:29:00.003+02:002009-10-07T08:31:20.453+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Il passato il futuro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il medico in valigia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l'avvocato nel cassetto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">les miserables,</div><div style="text-align: center;">in birra veritas</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ssw1YxoDiYI/AAAAAAAAArg/Foo77XKOG_M/s1600-h/Simonetta+Cortella2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ssw1YxoDiYI/AAAAAAAAArg/Foo77XKOG_M/s400/Simonetta+Cortella2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389741553810114946" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1512359606785036369?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-76012427871122349202009-10-07T08:24:00.002+02:002009-10-07T08:28:03.220+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Dopo</div><div style="text-align: center;">il conto dell'ultima cena</div><div style="text-align: center;">un oscuro bisogno di uccidere</div><div style="text-align: center;">colpo al cuore</div><div style="text-align: center;">il miele del silenzio</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ssw0s4Z1PvI/AAAAAAAAArY/As_z-nnPYLI/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ssw0s4Z1PvI/AAAAAAAAArY/As_z-nnPYLI/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389740799715262194" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7601242787112234920?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-18178140487706938452009-10-07T08:22:00.004+02:002009-10-07T08:28:50.708+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">La joie de vivre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poemes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amedee</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nana</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lucienne</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lucy</div><div style="text-align: center;">Avventure archeologiche</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fossili</div><div style="text-align: center;">Schiavo d’amore</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le reve</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswz3F157lI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jWvNALlAa6g/s1600-h/Simonetta+Cortella1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswz3F157lI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jWvNALlAa6g/s400/Simonetta+Cortella1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389739875609734738" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1817814048770693845?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-24548678837907612632009-10-07T08:20:00.002+02:002009-10-07T08:22:00.145+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Tre camere a Manhattan</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cronache di poveri amanti</div><div style="text-align: center;">La Signora Miniver</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lo stupido</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il giorno dello sciacallo</div><div style="text-align: center;">La grande rapina al treno</div><div style="text-align: center;">Black out</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un salto nel buio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vita eterna?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il grande sonno</div><div style="text-align: center;">A ciascuno il suo</div><div style="text-align: center;">La morte paga doppio</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SswzcZgdpVI/AAAAAAAAArI/eCmd1LxqsU4/s1600-h/Paola+Cattaneo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SswzcZgdpVI/AAAAAAAAArI/eCmd1LxqsU4/s400/Paola+Cattaneo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389739417032041810" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2454867883790761263?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-18741750065280241032009-10-07T08:17:00.002+02:002009-10-07T08:19:59.207+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">In caso di disgrazia</div><div style="text-align: center;">corri....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswy4jZ_jhI/AAAAAAAAArA/1AzL-yQ0FCM/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswy4jZ_jhI/AAAAAAAAArA/1AzL-yQ0FCM/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389738801213967890" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1874175006528024103?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-57938317015535431762009-10-07T08:14:00.002+02:002009-10-07T08:29:12.402+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">La luna di carta</div><div style="text-align: center;">la spiaggia infuocata</div><div style="text-align: center;">dove d'inverno</div><div style="text-align: center;">io, venditore di elefanti</div><div style="text-align: center;">uomini di mais</div><div style="text-align: center;">les saints vont en enfer</div><div style="text-align: center;">sui resti di giorni svissuti</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswx3SjWgnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Jg2fuPDRT6c/s1600-h/Simonetta+Cortella3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswx3SjWgnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Jg2fuPDRT6c/s400/Simonetta+Cortella3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389737679998321266" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5793831701553543176?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-35667151092972708292009-10-07T08:12:00.001+02:002009-10-07T08:14:01.512+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Io uccido:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io sono Dio.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sempre Io.</div><div style="text-align: center;">un gioco crudele</div><div style="text-align: center;">questa storia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswxkmqvn3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ii5fbBJBFy0/s1600-h/Silvia+Bonanomi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sswxkmqvn3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ii5fbBJBFy0/s400/Silvia+Bonanomi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389737358980521842" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3566715109297270829?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-85315320924373021962009-10-07T08:06:00.002+02:002009-10-07T08:12:34.020+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Io uccido</div><div style="text-align: center;">la mangiatrice di fichi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ssww-66wFUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qA354Og3QWE/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Ssww-66wFUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qA354Og3QWE/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389736711581340994" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8531532092437302196?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-56147430233983552892009-10-06T00:07:00.001+02:002009-10-06T00:10:12.881+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SspupfeoKYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KyZtLs7JdxA/s1600-h/Laura+Pozzi2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SspupfeoKYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/KyZtLs7JdxA/s400/Laura+Pozzi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389241563205872002" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">C'è del marcio al giardino delle peonie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il muschio e la rugiada, i fiori del male.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ecco la storia:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il corpo sa tutto!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sayonara, ganster.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5614743023398355289?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-64870030463868531922009-10-06T00:02:00.004+02:002009-10-06T00:07:45.301+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsptSUSpyqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yaY9z0N8a18/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsptSUSpyqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yaY9z0N8a18/s320/Alessandra+Rovelli1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389240065554238114" /></a>Insolito e crudele,<div>al buio,</div><div>a rischio.</div><div>Io uccido. </div><div>Carne e ossa,</div><div>le ossa del diavolo, </div><div>duecentosei ossa.</div><div>Tagli, </div><div>corpi,</div><div>la fabbrica dei corpi,</div><div>la biblioteca dei morti,</div><div>il libro dei morti. </div><div>Il mio nome è nessuno.</div><div>Io sono l'assassino</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6487003046386853192?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-15290404387814937542009-10-06T00:00:00.002+02:002009-10-06T00:01:55.431+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sspssj2AmOI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AMSfAdK3yoQ/s1600-h/Giancarlo+Montalbini4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sspssj2AmOI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AMSfAdK3yoQ/s400/Giancarlo+Montalbini4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389239416894036194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nella notte un grido</div><div style="text-align: center;">T’odio empia vacca</div><div style="text-align: center;">Morte al pub</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi è morto alzi la mano</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cadavere non identificato</div><div style="text-align: center;">Macabro quiz</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1529040438781493754?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-2861259942203939922009-10-05T23:57:00.001+02:002009-10-06T00:00:19.009+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SspsQ1aDLOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TugAAJlfUrM/s1600-h/Laura+Pozzi1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SspsQ1aDLOI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TugAAJlfUrM/s400/Laura+Pozzi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389238940572265698" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">C'è del marcio al giardino delle peonie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il muschio e la rugiada, i fiori del male.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ecco la storia:</div><div style="text-align: center;">presagio triste</div><div style="text-align: center;">estranei</div><div style="text-align: center;">il demone</div><div style="text-align: center;">il fucile da caccia, metallo urlante</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il corpo sa tutto!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sayonara, ganster.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-286125994220393992?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-78540743113405277362009-10-05T23:54:00.001+02:002009-10-05T23:57:45.575+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsprqTFrspI/AAAAAAAAAqA/p4gqxb-cIJ4/s1600-h/Ornella+Guzzetti2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsprqTFrspI/AAAAAAAAAqA/p4gqxb-cIJ4/s400/Ornella+Guzzetti2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389238278525006482" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">L’occhio elettronico</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un oscuro scrutare</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adoro essere uccisa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clown girl</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’ipotesi circense</div><div style="text-align: center;">La teoria del cappuccino</div><div style="text-align: center;">La follia, in poche parole</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perversioni femminili</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7854074311340527736?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-50253746448559590852009-10-05T20:24:00.004+02:002009-10-06T08:18:10.756+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso6TqgtKTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jPpbLjT5hxY/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso6TqgtKTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jPpbLjT5hxY/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389184013605611826" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Prima del gelo</div><div style="text-align: center;">io lo so</div><div style="text-align: center;">arriveranno i fiori del sangue.</div><div style="text-align: center;">strappami il cuore</div><div style="text-align: center;">senza lasciare traccia</div><div style="text-align: center;">lentamente prima di morire,</div><div style="text-align: center;">solo nella notte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Respiro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tenebre</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5025374644855959085?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-91226870325195214762009-10-05T20:17:00.004+02:002009-10-05T20:18:33.747+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso4QOD2zuI/AAAAAAAAApw/1rTizhOTJzg/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso4QOD2zuI/AAAAAAAAApw/1rTizhOTJzg/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389181755405553378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Morte innaturale,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il dolore perfetto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-9122687032519521476?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-25560617137299650522009-10-05T20:11:00.004+02:002009-10-06T08:18:51.023+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">L'anima del male</div><div style="text-align: center;">tutto brucia</div><div style="text-align: center;">la bellezza e l'inferno</div><div style="text-align: center;">insieme, e basta</div><div style="text-align: center;">miserere</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso3alkk1CI/AAAAAAAAApo/DddZF9ipB2w/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso3alkk1CI/AAAAAAAAApo/DddZF9ipB2w/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389180834003866658" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-2556061713729965052?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-17448664861694823882009-10-05T20:08:00.002+02:002009-10-05T20:10:34.456+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso2h44bgEI/AAAAAAAAApg/tQJ7VTWcrvo/s1600-h/Tiziana+Verga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/Sso2h44bgEI/AAAAAAAAApg/tQJ7VTWcrvo/s400/Tiziana+Verga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389179859934871618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">CUORE DI CANE</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi sono io?</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’urlo e il furore</div><div style="text-align: center;">un urlo in mezzo al cielo</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’urlo della mandragola</div><div style="text-align: center;">La lama sottile</div><div style="text-align: center;">la fredda lama della notte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Guarda cosa so fare</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io uccido</div><div style="text-align: center;">Io non ho paura</div><div style="text-align: center;">Diciassette colpi</div><div style="text-align: center;">a un passo dal cuore</div><div style="text-align: center;">L’assoluta perfezione del crimine</div><div style="text-align: center;">365 delitti</div><div style="text-align: center;">uno al giorno</div><div style="text-align: center;">A ciascuno la sua morte</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-1744866486169482388?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-49175331378812923552009-10-05T19:35:00.004+02:002009-10-06T08:19:39.327+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsoukvRRvzI/AAAAAAAAApY/rnFSEH_IbVE/s1600-h/Marcella+Giunta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsoukvRRvzI/AAAAAAAAApY/rnFSEH_IbVE/s400/Marcella+Giunta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389171112801320754" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Siamo stati così felici:</div><div style="text-align: center;">vivere per raccontarla</div><div style="text-align: center;">questa storia, </div><div style="text-align: center;">fragile</div><div style="text-align: center;">come un romanzo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si fa presto a dire fame...</div><div style="text-align: center;">carni rosse e selvaggina,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sangue di yogurt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Non avevo capito niente.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le donne che leggono sono pericolose:</div><div style="text-align: center;">viste dal cielo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-4917533137881292355?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-88290380273887882762009-10-05T08:51:00.002+02:002009-10-06T08:15:54.551+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmXwaa8fEI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G4bqJihvuzM/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmXwaa8fEI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G4bqJihvuzM/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389005287107361858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Qualcuno morirà</div><div style="text-align: center;">sabato</div><div style="text-align: center;">quo vadis baby?</div><div style="text-align: center;">non hai scelta</div><div style="text-align: center;">prima che tu dorma</div><div style="text-align: center;">taglio netto</div><div style="text-align: center;">sotto la pelle</div><div style="text-align: center;">marea rossa </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-8829038027388788276?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-35170776679655983462009-10-05T08:48:00.001+02:002009-10-05T08:50:55.592+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmXD0x7hnI/AAAAAAAAApI/zeaXHVt-sPw/s1600-h/Alessandra+Rovelli2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmXD0x7hnI/AAAAAAAAApI/zeaXHVt-sPw/s400/Alessandra+Rovelli2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389004521088976498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tutto quello che sai è falso:</div><div style="text-align: center;">con le peggiori intenzioni</div><div style="text-align: center;">anch'io vivrò</div><div style="text-align: center;">una piccola storia ignobile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3517077667965598346?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-56421203688049593002009-10-05T08:47:00.002+02:002009-10-05T08:48:24.289+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmWlh1wrjI/AAAAAAAAApA/ZQdxdApb_94/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmWlh1wrjI/AAAAAAAAApA/ZQdxdApb_94/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389004000608693810" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">tra due mari</div><div style="text-align: center;">muro di fuoco</div><div style="text-align: center;">tutto brucia</div><div style="text-align: center;">desperados.</div><div style="text-align: center;">come un camaleonte</div><div style="text-align: center;">solo nella notte</div><div style="text-align: center;">sopravvissuto</div><div style="text-align: center;">il figlio dell'uomo</div><div style="text-align: center;">attese</div><div style="text-align: center;">nubi di pioggia</div><div style="text-align: center;">pioggia nera</div><div style="text-align: center;">buio</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-5642120368804959300?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-62359732946001248502009-10-05T08:43:00.003+02:002009-10-05T08:46:08.453+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmWDtnJk7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/pSEZ5C-h-1o/s1600-h/Rossella+Vimercati.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmWDtnJk7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/pSEZ5C-h-1o/s400/Rossella+Vimercati.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389003419653084082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">New York Blues </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La sottile linea scura </div><div style="text-align: center;">Silenzi </div><div style="text-align: center;">Furore </div><div style="text-align: center;">Piombo e sangue </div><div style="text-align: center;">Meglio morti </div><div style="text-align: center;">In coda per Caronte</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-6235973294600124850?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-38802183444886660702009-10-05T08:42:00.000+02:002009-10-05T08:43:08.615+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmVY_QKl9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/0WmwZ38gbi4/s1600-h/Simona+Mingoia.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmVY_QKl9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/0WmwZ38gbi4/s320/Simona+Mingoia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389002685654144978" /></a> Emma,<br />adorata creatura,<br />la pioggia deve cadere<br />al crepuscolo.<br />Gli scomparsi,<br />morti senza nome,<br />follia,<br />fango,<br />care memorie.<br />Il profumo,<br />umano, troppo umano.<br />Emma,<br />adorata creatura,<br />che farò quando tutto brucia?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3880218344488666070?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-73487422869021769682009-10-05T08:39:00.003+02:002009-10-05T08:41:55.771+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmUyeoYA4I/AAAAAAAAAog/R9-EuPQl12s/s1600-h/Giancarlo+Montalbini3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmUyeoYA4I/AAAAAAAAAog/R9-EuPQl12s/s400/Giancarlo+Montalbini3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389002024062288770" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Prima di sparire</div><div style="text-align: center;">voglio guardare</div><div style="text-align: center;">la colomba pugnalata.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lampi orizzontali</div><div style="text-align: center;">prima dell’orizzonte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dopo i lampi vengono gli abeti.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finalmente silenzio.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-7348742286902176968?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-2426047206243296712009-10-05T08:37:00.001+02:002009-10-05T08:39:17.842+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmUbNckeiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/onZlI31a9FA/s1600-h/Giancarlo+Montalbini2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmUbNckeiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/onZlI31a9FA/s400/Giancarlo+Montalbini2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389001624312379938" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Notte inquieta</div><div style="text-align: center;">sbucciando la cipolla.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tempo di uccidere</div><div style="text-align: center;">il vecchio che leggeva romanzi d’amore,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la ragazza con l’orecchino di perla,</div><div style="text-align: center;">l’uomo che guardava passare i treni,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il giovane Holden,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eufolo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elianto.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Angeli e demoni</div><div style="text-align: center;">se ponderi le colpe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-242604720624329671?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-4990173758595290872009-10-05T08:33:00.002+02:002009-10-06T08:17:48.546+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmTn1FEirI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/M4YSxyk2omY/s1600-h/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmTn1FEirI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/M4YSxyk2omY/s400/Maria+Luisa+Lamanna5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389000741598038706" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">La commedia è finita.</div><div style="text-align: center;">non dire una parola,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sono io che me ne vado:</div><div style="text-align: center;">il volo di Gemma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">bilico, </div><div style="text-align: center;">vertigine fatale,</div><div style="text-align: center;">il sangue versato,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la pelle e le ossa, </div><div style="text-align: center;">amabili resti</div><div style="text-align: center;">ultima corsa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-499017375859529087?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502644268782396278.post-38065831282874066792009-10-05T08:28:00.001+02:002009-10-05T08:30:55.365+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmSYwcywoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nNdxG7haqvs/s1600-h/Rossella+Manzo9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LGsI3uqILs/SsmSYwcywoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nNdxG7haqvs/s400/Rossella+Manzo9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388999383145693826" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><br /></span></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;">Il grande esodo</div><div style="text-align: center;">nessun luogo è lontano</div><div style="text-align: center;">oltre il confine fattacci</div><div style="text-align: center;">io non ho paura</div><div style="text-align: center;">un giorno come tanti</div><div style="text-align: center;">nel cuore del paese</div><div style="text-align: center;">il male oscuro</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502644268782396278-3806583128287406679?l=poesiedorsaligiallenoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lapassioneperildelittonoreply@blogger.com