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Tramonto bluViviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-33773841193517919772014-08-09T14:13:00.001-07:002014-08-09T14:13:30.742-07:00Hechizo - óleo Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-13436233456792697392014-08-09T14:09:00.001-07:002014-08-09T14:11:15.782-07:00Sortilegio - óleo <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-15516524588934505112009-11-01T14:52:00.000-08:002010-06-25T12:29:10.862-07:00Edredon (Fragment)<strong>"Les deux femmes échangeaint des bréves phrases á basse voix. Par moments, Valérie, acquiescait avec la téte. Elle écoutait avec attention la description du prochain voyage que réaliserait son amie pendant que observait ses traits délicats..."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><em>(c) Viviana Walczak</em><br /><em>Un récit du livre La guerisseuse d'Ibicuy</em><br /><em>Traduction Olga Cucinotta</em>Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-33086695027343500682009-10-28T13:15:00.000-07:002010-06-25T12:29:10.864-07:00La fille de la petite bossue<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>"Un concert de grillons et de cigales envahit le silence du midi, tandis qu'un solitaire crapaud, harmoniex, accompagne et casse l'immobilité avec son ápre gemissement. Le ruisseau cristalline passe et il semblé s'arréter, presque un instant..."</strong><br /><br /><em>(c) Viviana Walczak</em><br /><em>Un récit du livre La Guérisseuse d'Ibicuy</em><br /><em>Traduction Olga Cucinotta</em></span>Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-59370574941359784772009-10-15T21:19:00.000-07:002010-08-06T12:44:51.208-07:00La figlia della gobbetta (brano)<strong><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>"Un concerto di grilli e di cicale invade l'aria del mezzogiorno mentre un ranocchio solitario gracida e rompe la quietudine con il suo aspro lamento. Scorre il ruscello cristallino e sembra fermarsi, soltanto un attimo, in un sasso occupato da una manciata di lucertole appena nate. E' tempo di mele cotogne, di cocomeri, di frutta matura e verdura della terra. E' tempo di api, di libellule, di sole e di raccolti. Il paesaggio si tinge di forti colori, l'aria si profuma e odora di gelsomini. Ritornerá il gelido inverno con la sua ghiacciata rugiada ad avvolgere sotto un manto d'oblio il piccolo paese di undici case ed una chiesa..."</strong><br /><br /><em>(c) Viviana Walczak</em><br /><em>Racconto tratto dal libro Passioni sibilline, 2006</em></span></div></strong><br />Testi e poesie sono tutelati dai diritti d'autore.Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-35480493737919939702009-10-13T21:45:00.000-07:002010-08-06T12:45:53.858-07:00Volo effimero<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Volo sopra l'immenso fiume argentato</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">e sono uccello di bianche piume</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ed allegro gracidare</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">che si rinfresca il petto con l'acqua chiara</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">e scuote le ali </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sotto il manto ondeggiante delle nuvole.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nel dolce svolazzare, felice,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">divento uomo, allora, all'improvviso,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sparisce l'incantesimo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">e mi affondo nel profondo abisso,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">scuro e fangoso, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">della crudeltá umana.</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">(c) Viviana Walczak</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Antologia Galleria Quattro,2004</span></em></div><br />Testi e poesie sono tutelati dai diritti d'autore.Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-6120046279261971422009-10-13T21:29:00.001-07:002010-06-29T21:06:08.849-07:00Passeggero del tempo<div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mar azzuro, mar profondo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">amo il confine del tuo cielo e le nubi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">che ti proteggono dall'ardente sole.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mar di sale mar di schiuma,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">impetuoso nelle tue bianche onde</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">che esplodono irreverenti </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">nell'eco del silenzio.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mar turchese, mar indomito,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">continente fluttuante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">di calma e tumulto,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">ammiro il sereno occaso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">che ti protegge il sonno</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">ed il brillante dí </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">che nelle tue spiagge</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">dolcemente, mi accarezza...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">(c) Viviana Walczak</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sussuri al vento, 2007</span></em></div>Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-84003712040997234042009-10-13T21:05:00.000-07:002010-06-25T12:29:10.874-07:00Amanti crudeli (brano)<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Tornano dalle tenebre le difuse immagini</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a risvegliare gli asopiti ricordi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">di quel tradimento, profano,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">che per sempre mutó le fraterne esistenze..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">(c) Viviana Walczak</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sinfonia blu. Poesie, 2004</span></em></div>Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487375842115058986.post-75775766727251190862009-10-12T19:37:00.001-07:002010-08-06T12:47:01.184-07:00Ancona mia bella..!<div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>"Ancona...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>mia bella e lontana cittá,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>nel tuo mare mi specchio</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>e nella profonda immensitá</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>delle tue acque turchine</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>mi abbandono, svanendo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>assieme a segreti ricordi</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>di tempi lontani, ormai</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>fuggiti in vecchi navigli,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>addormentati,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>nelle ampie spiagge del'oblio...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Quale inebriante bellezza</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">i tuoi glicini in fior</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">che profumano l'aria</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">e t'invitano all'amor..!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mentre i miei occhi </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">sognano svegli tanta beltá,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">si afferrano al tuo cielo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">le lacrime della mia veritá:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">in gola prorrompe il duolo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">poiché so che mai piú</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">rivedró il tuo suolo..!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>(c) Viviana Walczak</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>Sinfonia blu, 2004</em></span></div><br />Testi e poesie sono tutelati dai diritti d'autore.Viviana Walczakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131252247683824385noreply@blogger.com2