<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983</id><updated>2011-12-25T01:16:33.144+01:00</updated><category term='A mia madre'/><category term='Omenaje'/><category term='Poema'/><category term='Pensieri'/><title type='text'>Greta Ghirardelli</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-6031354653401290295</id><published>2011-12-25T01:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:16:33.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZjaoiDZ9G8/TvZqjfCCm2I/AAAAAAAABzU/R5LMHa-T9zI/s1600/belen.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZjaoiDZ9G8/TvZqjfCCm2I/AAAAAAAABzU/R5LMHa-T9zI/s320/belen.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Viene cada año y vendrá para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Y con la Navidad vienen los recuerdos y las costumbres.&lt;br /&gt;Esos recuerdos cotidianos humildes a los que todas las madres nos agarramos.&lt;br /&gt;Como la Virgen María, en los rincones secretos de su corazón&lt;br /&gt;Buon Natale mamma ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-6031354653401290295?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6031354653401290295/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=6031354653401290295' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/6031354653401290295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/6031354653401290295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-navidad-viene-cada-ano-y-vendra.html' title=''/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZjaoiDZ9G8/TvZqjfCCm2I/AAAAAAAABzU/R5LMHa-T9zI/s72-c/belen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-5657950548207397419</id><published>2011-11-05T04:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T04:14:45.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omenaje'/><title type='text'>Hola Mamá!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/JE2muDZksP4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JE2muDZksP4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JE2muDZksP4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Querida mamá: hoy estoy triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He recibido la noticia de la pérdida de un amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y ya sabes como soy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bueno mamita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quieria dedicarte esa cancion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y tambien te pido si por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pudes ir a conocer a el amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que ahora esta alli con vosotros;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pues dile que desde aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;su palabra jamas la olvidaré&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un besitos con mucho cariño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-5657950548207397419?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5657950548207397419/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=5657950548207397419' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5657950548207397419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5657950548207397419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/hola-mama.html' title='Hola Mamá!!'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-8803919499082546451</id><published>2011-11-01T00:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T04:14:53.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omenaje'/><title type='text'>Noviembre dia de los muertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuB_9Vgwurc/Tq817A01qBI/AAAAAAAABzI/BTYKE27Sw7Q/s1600/love-candle.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuB_9Vgwurc/Tq817A01qBI/AAAAAAAABzI/BTYKE27Sw7Q/s400/love-candle.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669809743832918034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hola Mamá mi querida mamita&lt;div&gt;pues aqui estoy en este dia triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quisiera dedicarte algunas palavras desde mi lugar que tu sabes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADRE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una madre es lo más sagrado que pudo crear Dios, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;después de El mismo, es nuestro mejor Angel de la Guarda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos cuida desde antes incluso de nacer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y a medida que crecemos, sigue nuestro curso por la vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con el mismo primoroso cuidado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y al final al expirar es en sus brazos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde nos sentimos en paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sé que pude contar contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en momentos difíciles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sé que contigo pude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compartir mis alegrías, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y sé que nuestra amistad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se sustento en mutuo amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fueras mi madre y mi AMIGA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es el más preciado tesoro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que agradeceré a DIOS eternamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un besos y siempre te llevaré en mi corazon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-8803919499082546451?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8803919499082546451/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=8803919499082546451' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8803919499082546451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8803919499082546451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2011/11/noviembre-dia-de-los-muertos.html' title='Noviembre dia de los muertos'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NuB_9Vgwurc/Tq817A01qBI/AAAAAAAABzI/BTYKE27Sw7Q/s72-c/love-candle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-3299256457439376983</id><published>2009-02-17T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:36:50.297+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SZsfVRD-XQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hsJM5ld-Do4/s1600-h/gothique110png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303867436376677634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SZsfVRD-XQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hsJM5ld-Do4/s320/gothique110png.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Enseñarás a volar, pero no volarán tu vuelo. Enseñarás a soñar, pero no soñarán tu sueño. Enseñarás a vivir, pero no vivirán tu vida. Sin embargo... en cada vuelo, en cada vida, en cada sueño, perdurará siempre la huella del camino enseñado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Insegnare a volare ma non volare il tuo aereo. Insegna sogno ma non sogno il tuo sogno. Imparare a vivere, ma non vivere la vostra vita. Tuttavia ... in ogni volo in ogni vita, in ogni sogno, sempre l'ultima impressione insegnato percorso ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre Teresa De Calcuta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-3299256457439376983?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3299256457439376983/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=3299256457439376983' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3299256457439376983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3299256457439376983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/familia.html' title='Familia'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SZsfVRD-XQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hsJM5ld-Do4/s72-c/gothique110png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-1993566468207414698</id><published>2009-02-17T21:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:21:37.456+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri'/><title type='text'>Un dia como  otro cualquiera.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SZsa6KeOXAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8t3NHDxcoOI/s1600-h/2aarrssecreta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303862572704750594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SZsa6KeOXAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8t3NHDxcoOI/s320/2aarrssecreta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;En el día de tu santo o cumple yo te quiero brindar,mis ilusiones de colores y una buena amistad.&lt;br /&gt;Por ser como eres...tú, tan especial acompañándome siempre en mis horas de soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Con mis mejores pensamientos y...con mis deseos fundidos,en un fuerte abrazo con tu corazón y el mío.&lt;br /&gt;Difícil es, encontrar una amistad noble y entera por esto te digo amiga que yo soy...como el ave... en la primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno del tuo santo o soddisfa volete dare a me, il mio colore di illusioni e di una buona amicizia. Perché ... siete come, in modo speciale sempre accompagnato la mia ora di solitudine. Con i miei migliori pensieri y. .. fusa con la mia volontà in un grande abbraccio al tuo cuore e la mia. E 'difficile trovare un nobile e imparato amico, ti dico che questo amico ... Sono come un uccello ... in primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-1993566468207414698?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1993566468207414698/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=1993566468207414698' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1993566468207414698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1993566468207414698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-dia-como-otro-cualquiera.html' title='Un dia como  otro cualquiera.....'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SZsa6KeOXAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8t3NHDxcoOI/s72-c/2aarrssecreta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-8068149058057635094</id><published>2008-12-14T15:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:17:27.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Navidad sin ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SUUVQ7lyYqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HO40-By5M1I/s1600-h/amor04.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279649518780048034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SUUVQ7lyYqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HO40-By5M1I/s320/amor04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Voy caminando por estas calles que están llenas de luces y adornos que anuncian la llegada de la Navidad ...tiempo de compartir, tiempo para reuniones de familia, fiestas y regalos, pero me siento tan sola sin ti papa..que ya no miro con alegría estas fechas, y si apenas hace cuatro años que te has marchado...Sí..ya se que se han terminado tus dolores, se han terminado tus pesares pero si supieras cuanta falta me haces ..aqui parece que todo sigue igual sin ti, pero todos te extrañamos, el jardín es el que más a notado tu ausencia pues los rosales han dejado de florecer y han comenzado a marchitar, cada vez que miro tu casa..nuestra casa, también me siento morir como esa planta que se seco por no darle mas el sol...Papá ya se que donde estas te encuentras en paz....pero aqui llega pronto la navidad y para mi ya sin ti solo sera una fecha mas...Es muy difícil aprender a vivir sin ti ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-8068149058057635094?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8068149058057635094/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=8068149058057635094' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8068149058057635094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8068149058057635094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/navidad-sin-ti.html' title='Navidad sin ti...'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SUUVQ7lyYqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HO40-By5M1I/s72-c/amor04.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-5066878099924770997</id><published>2008-11-11T20:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T04:15:17.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Madre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SRoMLnZBg-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/AzOqgZxSq_A/s1600-h/6in6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267536107855250402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SRoMLnZBg-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/AzOqgZxSq_A/s320/6in6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sólo&lt;/span&gt; el amor de una Madre apoyará, cuando todo el mundo deja de hacerlo. Sólo el amor de una Madre confiará, cuando nadie otro cree. Sólo el amor de una Madre perdonará, cuando ninguno otro entenderá. Sólo el amor de una Madre honrará, no importa en qué pruebas haz estado. Sólo el amor de una Madre resistirá, por cualquier tiempo de prueba. No hay ningún otro amor terrenal, más grande que el de una Madre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-5066878099924770997?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5066878099924770997/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=5066878099924770997' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5066878099924770997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5066878099924770997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/madre.html' title='Madre'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SRoMLnZBg-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/AzOqgZxSq_A/s72-c/6in6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-131847675492672788</id><published>2008-10-13T20:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:46:43.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Te echo de menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SPOlC6ifZyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6revUH3Jskw/s1600-h/aurared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256726659563743010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SPOlC6ifZyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6revUH3Jskw/s320/aurared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuando me veas perdido frente a toda la tecnología que me cuesta tanto entender, dedícame tu tiempo, recuerda que fui yo quien te enseñó las cosas más simples para enfrentar la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Si te repito las mismas historias, aunque ya sepas el final, escúchame, cuando eras chica, tuve que contarte cientos de veces el mismo cuento para que te durmieras.&lt;br /&gt;Y si mientras conversamos me olvido de lo que estamos hablando, dame tiempo para recordar, y si no puedo hacerlo, comprende que tal vez no es importante lo que conversamos, sino que para mí lo importante es que me escuches, y estar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me fallen mis piernas, dame tu mano para apoyarme, como yo lo hice cuando comenzaste a dar tus primeros pasos.&lt;br /&gt;Dame tu cariño, compréndeme y apóyame, como yo lo hice desde el momento en que naciste.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre quise lo mejor para ti, y sé como tú me quisiste y me admiraste.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, soy yo quien está orgulloso al ver cómo enfrentas la vida, al ver quién eres.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pasen en mí los años, así como te he acompañado yo, acompáñame tú hacia donde me lleva el camino. Cuando pasen en mí los años, sigamos caminando juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-131847675492672788?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/131847675492672788/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=131847675492672788' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/131847675492672788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/131847675492672788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/te-echo-de-menos.html' title='Te echo de menos...'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SPOlC6ifZyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6revUH3Jskw/s72-c/aurared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-5892729308240843797</id><published>2008-09-26T03:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:44:51.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SNw9eWfvb4I/AAAAAAAAAME/5oMipedf3Ag/s1600-h/whiteroseonbookprettyxw7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250138857251237762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SNw9eWfvb4I/AAAAAAAAAME/5oMipedf3Ag/s400/whiteroseonbookprettyxw7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te extraño más que nunca y no sé qué hacer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despierto y te recuerdo al amanecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me espera otro día por vivir sin ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el espejo no miente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me veo tan diferenteme haces falta tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el ritmo de la vida me parece mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era tan diferente cuando estabas tú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sí que era diferente cuando estabas tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No hay nada mas difícil que vivir sin ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sufriendo en la espera de verte llegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y no sé dónde estás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si no te hubieras ido sería tan feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentino. Michele tu nieto Luca y tu marido Riccardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-5892729308240843797?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5892729308240843797/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=5892729308240843797' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5892729308240843797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5892729308240843797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/te-extrao-ms-que-nunca-y-no-s-qu-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SNw9eWfvb4I/AAAAAAAAAME/5oMipedf3Ag/s72-c/whiteroseonbookprettyxw7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-8912961969208639250</id><published>2008-08-25T20:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:53:33.067+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>25 de agosto 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Volver? Vuelva el que tenga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tras largos años, tras un largo viaje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cansancio del camino y la codicia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De su tierra, su casa, sus amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Del amor que al regreso fiel le espere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, ¿tú? ¿Volver? Regresar no piensas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sino seguir libre adelante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disponible por siempre, mozo o viejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin hijo que te busque, como a Ulises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin Ítaca que aguarde y sin Penélope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigue, sigue adelante y no regreses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiel hasta el fin del camino y tu vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No eches de menos un destino más fácil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tus pies sobre la tierra antes no hollada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tus ojos frente a lo antes nunca visto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con cariño Valentino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-8912961969208639250?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8912961969208639250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=8912961969208639250' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8912961969208639250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8912961969208639250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/25-de-agosto-2008.html' title='25 de agosto 2008'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-1187935798201658952</id><published>2008-07-25T19:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:49:00.486+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Viernes 25 de julio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tristezza dolce della campagna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;va calando la sera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giunge dai campi mietutiun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lieve odore di fieno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le piante si sono addormentate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sulla collina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il cielo è viola. Teneramente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Svegliato canta un usignolo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con affetto e mai ti scorderemo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalla lontana Spagna: Valentino e tuo nipote Luca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-1187935798201658952?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1187935798201658952/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=1187935798201658952' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1187935798201658952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1187935798201658952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/viernes-25-de-julio.html' title='Viernes 25 de julio...'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-6488841879399625336</id><published>2008-06-25T17:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:50:44.864+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mia madre'/><title type='text'>Mercoles 25 junio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SGJl7OoyqbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nlt0fHtOVGs/s1600-h/25_junio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215843386664331698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SGJl7OoyqbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nlt0fHtOVGs/s400/25_junio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hola mamita querida como estas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me permito de escribir en Español porque aun no hay un idioma diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para decirte que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TE QIERO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Los dias sin ti pasan y te hecho de menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me falta tu voz, tu palabras y tu mirada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y a vivir en el extranjero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fue dura aprender tu despedida sin verte por la utlima vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamita mia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo se que cada dias tas aredendor mio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y me ayudas a olvidarme que tas en el cielo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vez no me doy cuenta que estas ahi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y cuando pienso que jamas te podre ver caigo en un profundo dolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamita mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayudame a caminar por el sendero de la vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y a olvidar la soferencia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayuda mi padre y mi hermano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayuda tu nieto a revolver a ver su abuelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu despedida fue dura para el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que un dias me escribi con palabras de un hombre mas viejo y sabio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papá me doi cuenta que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"NADIE ES POR SIEMPRE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamita mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un abrazo y un beso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y jamas te olvidare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siempre te llevare en el corazon mio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y esperare el dias que....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu hijo major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-6488841879399625336?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6488841879399625336/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=6488841879399625336' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/6488841879399625336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/6488841879399625336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/mercoles-25-junio.html' title='Mercoles 25 junio...'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SGJl7OoyqbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nlt0fHtOVGs/s72-c/25_junio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-7393033015377929643</id><published>2008-05-26T11:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:01:15.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SDqXRRll7TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DTTu-UpiE3U/s1600-h/epitaph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204638642414677298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SDqXRRll7TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DTTu-UpiE3U/s320/epitaph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;¡Oh, que lejos están aquellos días en que cantando alegre y placentera, jugando con mi negra cabellera,en tu blando regazo me dormías!&lt;br /&gt;¡Con que grato embeleso recogías la balbuciente frase pasajera que, por ser de mis labios la primera con maternal orgullo repetías!&lt;br /&gt;Volví a llamar, y del imperio frío se alzo una voz que dijo: ¡Si existe! Las madres, nunca mueren ... Hijo mío desde la tumba te vigilo triste...&lt;br /&gt;¡Las madres, nunca mueren! Si dejan la envoltura terrenal, suben a Díos, en espiral de nubes...¡La madre, es inmortal!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;un extraña mezcla&lt;br /&gt;de soledad y tristeza&lt;br /&gt;hoy invade mi alma&lt;br /&gt;por tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;la ligera sensacion&lt;br /&gt;de que faltas&lt;br /&gt;una mirada perdida&lt;br /&gt;en una tarde donde el sol&lt;br /&gt;brilla con nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(anonimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-7393033015377929643?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7393033015377929643/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=7393033015377929643' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/7393033015377929643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/7393033015377929643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/madres.html' title='Madres'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SDqXRRll7TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DTTu-UpiE3U/s72-c/epitaph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-3698414644300736491</id><published>2008-05-25T17:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:41:52.866+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omenaje'/><title type='text'>25 Maggio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SDmGUjPq8lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tm5h2rQ7lRM/s1600-h/25_mayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204338532019794514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SDmGUjPq8lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tm5h2rQ7lRM/s400/25_mayo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Non Ti chiedo potere, o Signore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma degli occhi che vedano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;le necessità e le sofferenze del prossimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non Ti chiedo amore per me stesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma la capacità di lenire il dolore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dei fratelli più deboli e indifesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non Ti chiedo, o Signore, la felicità&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;per il solo piacere di averla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma per donarla a chi rifiuta il mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti chiedo invece, o Signore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la forza di vincere il male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e di offrire coraggio ai disperati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti chiedo che il cuore gioisca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ogni volta che possa adoprarsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;per chi mi è accanto e mi tende la mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti chiedo che mia madre Greta&lt;br /&gt;possa ascoltare la tua voce&lt;br /&gt;e “vivere” nella luce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padre Celeste di tutti NOI,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fa ch'io sia degno di avere la Tua Croce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sempre forte nel cuore e salda sul petto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-3698414644300736491?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3698414644300736491/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=3698414644300736491' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3698414644300736491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3698414644300736491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/25-maggio.html' title='25 Maggio...'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SDmGUjPq8lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tm5h2rQ7lRM/s72-c/25_mayo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-5710087627795745464</id><published>2008-05-04T10:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:26:48.309+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Solo un deseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SB1yZ5hR_PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K0irP4P-TPo/s1600-h/flowers1_20070401_1736177905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196435334318128370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SB1yZ5hR_PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K0irP4P-TPo/s320/flowers1_20070401_1736177905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madre mía&lt;/strong&gt;,tu silencio me confunde, me aturde Te pido una palabra que tienda a mi alma el saber La palabra de oro que despierte y encienda mis pensamientos que aleje el misterio Necesito sentirlas aquellas que divulgan la verdad, los sentimientos Esas que reclaman, que agradecen Palabras que marcan y desarman el alma O tan solo las que pintan una sonrisa a la vida que confunde o ahuyentan las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;Deseo oirte, madre,en la melodía de tus palabras que cargan, pesan, arrastran una historia, un recuerda Si!!! son las que abarcan y me cubren con su manto protector.Todas esas, madre, bordadas y cantadas con sinceridad, amor y dedicación.&lt;br /&gt;Tienen poder, valor, consideración porque nacen del alma y permanecen siendo inolvidables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-5710087627795745464?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5710087627795745464/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=5710087627795745464' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5710087627795745464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/5710087627795745464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/solo-un-deseo.html' title='Solo un deseo'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SB1yZ5hR_PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K0irP4P-TPo/s72-c/flowers1_20070401_1736177905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-7848385259877066151</id><published>2008-05-04T10:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:17:43.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Greta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SB1wK5hR_OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p-Cabap0m3k/s1600-h/th_yJWj9ZxlCn5d.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196432877596835042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SB1wK5hR_OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p-Cabap0m3k/s320/th_yJWj9ZxlCn5d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buenos días&lt;/strong&gt; madrecita santa,reina de mi corazón.Hoy, quiero ofrecerte humildementemis versos, escritos con el alma y con el corazón.Quisiera regalarte las canciones más bonitas que trompetas, clarines y un coro celestial quisiera me acompañen.Madre mía a darte mañanitas y desearte felicidad.El día que tú naciste nació un hermoso lucero el trino de tu risa es lo que yo más quiero, que Dios te bendiga y te llene de mucho amor,que tu corazón viva siempre lleno de alegría y a todos tus hijos, puedas darles calor de amor.Sólo tú me comprendes y curas mis pesares, das aliento a mi vida y alegría a mi existir.Madrecita flor de mi vida, como tu hija querida que soy yo te ofrezco mi alma y mi corazón.Madrecita la más primorosa yo te quiero pedir un favor,cuida de mí y de tus hijos cuida, nuestro hogar te lo pido.Te amamos, porque sabemos que tú eres consuelo a nuestro dolor,porque curas nuestras penas Y nos llenas de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-7848385259877066151?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7848385259877066151/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=7848385259877066151' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/7848385259877066151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/7848385259877066151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-greta.html' title='Para Greta'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/SB1wK5hR_OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p-Cabap0m3k/s72-c/th_yJWj9ZxlCn5d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-1921123795360856655</id><published>2008-05-04T03:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:32:00.396+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mia madre'/><title type='text'>Festa della Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Querida mama aqui estoy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy en este dia solo te puedo dejar un pensamento y nada mas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aun no te puedo ver ni oir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero yo lo se que estas siempre a mi lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y cada dias tas acerca a papá, Michele y a Luca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui en tierra extranjera el tiempo se ha parao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te recuerdo como la ultima vez que te vi antes de irme aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...te salude que estuviste en tu cama y el 25 de deciembre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has ido en el cielo con gana de verme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo siento mucho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma ya sabe que un dias amonos todo juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y te cuentare lo que no he podido decirte cuando estuviste en esa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama... mamina querida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con cariño tu hijo major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196328697709346370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SB0Ra1MiPkI/AAAAAAAAALs/2kjSxAQvgZk/s400/festa_mamma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MAMMA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angelo della notte volato lontano,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ombra dei miei pensieri veglia dei miei tormenti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;c'è un cuore ferito che piange stordito,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;quell'angelo bianco dal sorriso mai stanco!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dedicata a chi ha perso la mamma ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Frodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-1921123795360856655?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1921123795360856655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=1921123795360856655' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1921123795360856655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1921123795360856655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/festa-della-mamma.html' title='Festa della Mamma'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SB0Ra1MiPkI/AAAAAAAAALs/2kjSxAQvgZk/s72-c/festa_mamma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-4835847217709910763</id><published>2008-04-25T01:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:52:06.242+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>I ricordi che si avanzano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SBEbhlMiPjI/AAAAAAAAALk/2E6HncfgjmE/s1600-h/25_abril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192962109069213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SBEbhlMiPjI/AAAAAAAAALk/2E6HncfgjmE/s400/25_abril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Sapevi com'ero fatto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e sorridevi e avevi timore del mio coraggio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ora sei morta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ora, o veramente mia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chi come me ti immagina, ti vede, ti ama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come te odo, giudico, perdono,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a e le tue parole, il tuo accento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il garbo delle tue sottigliezze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sono la musica che mi accompagna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei sempre nei nostri cuori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentino, Michele, Luca e pápá Riccardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-4835847217709910763?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4835847217709910763/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=4835847217709910763' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/4835847217709910763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/4835847217709910763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-ricordi-che-si-avanzano.html' title='I ricordi che si avanzano'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/SBEbhlMiPjI/AAAAAAAAALk/2E6HncfgjmE/s72-c/25_abril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-9068131214520347594</id><published>2008-03-25T14:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:55:34.405+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Marzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R-kDtSXYAZI/AAAAAAAAALM/7eYRAXs9pmE/s1600-h/1535fl0oo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181676922825343378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R-kDtSXYAZI/AAAAAAAAALM/7eYRAXs9pmE/s400/1535fl0oo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bella Signora che andate e correte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sopra una nuvola bianca, chi siete?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo sono una madre e sono figlia del tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sono guardiana e nel cielo ho l'armento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorrido, brontolo, piango per niente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ti porto il tuono ma sono innocente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-9068131214520347594?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9068131214520347594/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=9068131214520347594' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/9068131214520347594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/9068131214520347594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/marzo.html' title='Marzo'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R-kDtSXYAZI/AAAAAAAAALM/7eYRAXs9pmE/s72-c/1535fl0oo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-1258142819392635349</id><published>2008-02-25T01:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:16:00.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Tutto ritorna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R8IH52TPgYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/youQAacvlp4/s1600-h/ritorno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170704012584911234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R8IH52TPgYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/youQAacvlp4/s400/ritorno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Fanciulla, che fai qui sulla porta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guardando da lontan per quella via?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah se sapeste!&lt;br /&gt;Quando la fu morta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L'han portata di là la madre mia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'han detto che di là debbe tornare,&lt;br /&gt;E son qui da quattr'anni ad aspettare."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh povera fanciulla!&lt;br /&gt;tu non sai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Che i morti al mondo non ritornan mai!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tornano al vaso i fiorellini miei, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tornan le stelle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tornerà anche lei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-1258142819392635349?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1258142819392635349/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=1258142819392635349' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1258142819392635349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/1258142819392635349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/tutto-ritorna.html' title='Tutto ritorna'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R8IH52TPgYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/youQAacvlp4/s72-c/ritorno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-8959732487549310721</id><published>2008-01-25T16:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:40:02.015+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>25 de Deciembre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R5oBU4lOu0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WPx4g6p5H3M/s1600-h/25_enero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159437781403876162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R5oBU4lOu0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WPx4g6p5H3M/s400/25_enero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dove sei andata in punta di piedi&lt;br /&gt;lasciano la tua casa sola e vuota&lt;br /&gt;senza nemmeno dirci una parola,&lt;br /&gt;senza nemmeno farci un segno?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma il tuo cammino su questa terra&lt;br /&gt;è finito in un lettino di ferro&lt;br /&gt;dove una gomma fredda e lunga colava&lt;br /&gt;dentro di te una parvenza di vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove sono volate le dolci manine,&lt;br /&gt;i tuoi bianchi capelli, la tua voce, i sospiri…&lt;br /&gt;dov’è l’illusione che ancora avevi&lt;br /&gt;di rimanere a vegliarci sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non si sente più lo strusciare delle ruote&lt;br /&gt;che ti portavano da una stanza all’altra,&lt;br /&gt;il tuo parlare di cose di ogni giorno,&lt;br /&gt;il biascicare di cento e poi cento preghiere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora ci sorridi fissata in una foto&lt;br /&gt;che stà in una cornice d’argento&lt;br /&gt;sembri presente, vigile e piena d’amore&lt;br /&gt;anche se la tua mano non ci accarezza più.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non scendere dalle nuvole sottili e leggere,&lt;br /&gt;felice continua a contare i giorni che vanno,&lt;br /&gt;ruba tante stelle gialle e cadenti&lt;br /&gt;per fare un pò di luce sul nero domani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove sei andata in punta di piedi&lt;br /&gt;lasciando la tua casa sola e vuota?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un mese giá passó e ci manchi!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nei nostri cuori ti portiamo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentino, Michele, tuo nipote Luca e nostro papá Riccardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-8959732487549310721?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8959732487549310721/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=8959732487549310721' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8959732487549310721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/8959732487549310721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/25-de-deciembre.html' title='25 de Deciembre...'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R5oBU4lOu0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WPx4g6p5H3M/s72-c/25_enero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-6488773092510098955</id><published>2008-01-21T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:50:10.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>A mi madre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/R5SGo6Lm95I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj-A1w58TJs/s1600-h/310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157895510616897426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/R5SGo6Lm95I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj-A1w58TJs/s320/310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOY TOME LA PRECAUCION&lt;br /&gt;DE MIRAR HACIA LO ALTO&lt;br /&gt;Y PEDIRLE INSPIRACION&lt;br /&gt;AL GRAN ESPIRITU SANTO&lt;br /&gt;EL ESCUCHO MI LLAMADO&lt;br /&gt;Y DE ESTA FORMA ME DIJO&lt;br /&gt;NO TENGAS MIEDO BUEN HIJO&lt;br /&gt;YO SIEMPRE ESTOY A TU LADO&lt;br /&gt;LE PREGUNTE POR MI MADRE&lt;br /&gt;Y EL ME DIJO DONDE ESTABA&lt;br /&gt;Y AL MOSTRARME SEÑALO&lt;br /&gt;LA ESTRELLA QUE MAS BRILLABA&lt;br /&gt;SE ME ENTURBIO LA MIRADA&lt;br /&gt;SE ME NUBLO EL PENSAMIENTO&lt;br /&gt;Y CON UN GRAN SENTIMIENTO&lt;br /&gt;LE GRITE CUANTO LE AMABA&lt;br /&gt;UNA EXTRAÑA SENSACION&lt;br /&gt;PERCIBI EN AQUEL MOMENTO&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE EN TODO EL FIRMAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;ELLA REZO UNA ORACION&lt;br /&gt;AL CERRAR CON BROCHE DE ORO&lt;br /&gt;ESTE SENTIDO MENSAJE&lt;br /&gt;BRINDO A MI MADRE QUE ADORO&lt;br /&gt;ESTE POSTUMO HOMENAJE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-6488773092510098955?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6488773092510098955/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=6488773092510098955' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/6488773092510098955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/6488773092510098955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/mi-madre.html' title='A mi madre..'/><author><name>ladysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11795392794642959822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ToG_Bgw6dZE/R5SGo6Lm95I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jj-A1w58TJs/s72-c/310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-4938875214218113874</id><published>2008-01-15T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:33:32.436+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mia madre'/><title type='text'>Mama olvida los momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4yxTPOLM2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/BkZUCwOXVtY/s1600-h/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155690617493992290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4yxTPOLM2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/BkZUCwOXVtY/s400/bebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama gracias por quien soy&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por todas las cosas que no soy&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname por todas las cosas que no te he dicho&lt;br /&gt;Por los momentos que yo olvidé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama recuerda toda mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñaste a amar, te sacrificaste&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en esos primeros y tempranos días&lt;br /&gt;Cómo he cambiado a lo largo del camino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sé que creíste en mí&lt;br /&gt;Y se que tuviste sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y siento que te haya llevado todo este tiempo verlo&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy donde estoy gracias a ti&lt;br /&gt;Te echo de menos, te echo de menos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama olvida los momentos en los que te hice llorar&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname por no hacer lo correcto&lt;br /&gt;Todas las tormentas que pude haber causado&lt;br /&gt;Y estaba equivocado, empapando tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama espero que esto te haga sonreir&lt;br /&gt;Espero que estés contenta con mi vida&lt;br /&gt;En paz con cada elección que he hecho&lt;br /&gt;Como he cambiado a lo largo del camino&lt;br /&gt;Y se que creiste en todos mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y te lo debo todo a ti, mamá... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma grazie per quello che sono&lt;br /&gt;Grazie per tutte le cose che non sono&lt;br /&gt;Perdónami per tutto quello che non ti ho detto&lt;br /&gt;Per i momenti che ti ho dimenticato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma ricorda tutta la mia vita&lt;br /&gt;Mi insegnasti ad amare e ti sacrificasti&lt;br /&gt;Pensa ai primi giorni della mia vita&lt;br /&gt;Come é cambiato il tempo nel cammino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So che credesti in me&lt;br /&gt;So che sognavi altro in me&lt;br /&gt;Sento che hai aspettato tanto tempo per vederlo&lt;br /&gt;Che sono dove sono grazie a te!!&lt;br /&gt;Mi manchi, mi manchi molto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma dimentica i momenti che ti ho fatto piangere&lt;br /&gt;Perdonami se ho commesso errori&lt;br /&gt;Tutte le tristezze che ti ho causato&lt;br /&gt;Se ero nel errore e oscurando gli occhi tuoi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma spero che questo ti faccia sorridere la dove sei&lt;br /&gt;Spero che tu sia contenta della mia vita&lt;br /&gt;In pace con tutte le cose che ho fatto&lt;br /&gt;Come sono cambiato nel tempo&lt;br /&gt;So che hai creduto a tutti i miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;E questo lo devo a te, mamma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-4938875214218113874?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4938875214218113874/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=4938875214218113874' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/4938875214218113874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/4938875214218113874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/mama-olvida-los-momentos.html' title='Mama olvida los momentos...'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4yxTPOLM2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/BkZUCwOXVtY/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-3618045528149756615</id><published>2008-01-13T18:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:26:01.310+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Angelo della Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4pFsvOLM0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/2eqIB7Cm0sE/s1600-h/angelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155009358371435330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4pFsvOLM0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/2eqIB7Cm0sE/s400/angelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verrà l`Angelo della morte e avrà i tuoi occhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;questa morte che ci accompagna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dal mattino alla sera, insonne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorda, come un vecchio rimorso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o un vizio assurdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tuoi occhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saranno una vana parola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un grido taciuto, un silenzio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Così li vedi ogni mattina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando su te sola ti pieghi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nello specchio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O cara speranza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quel giorno sapremo anche noi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;che sei la vita e sei il nulla&lt;br /&gt;Per tutti la morte ha uno sguardo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verrà l'Angelo della morte e avrà i tuoi occhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarà come smettere un vizio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come vedere nello specchio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;riemergere un viso morto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come ascoltare un labbro chiuso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scenderemo nel gorgo muti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155011067768419154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4pHQPOLM1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/mKdo97No_es/s400/decori-oro1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadie escapa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos corren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero ella es más astuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos da la ventaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque sabe que al final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;corremos hacia ella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ella es paciente, nunca desespera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque sabe que el tiempo está de su lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y que cuanto más corremos más nos va a costar seguir escapando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca discrimina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiene tiempo para todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es sigilosa, pero la mayoría de las veces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anuncia su llegada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A todos nos depara algún día sentir su fría mano en el hombro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y escucharla susurrar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ha llegado tu momento"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-3618045528149756615?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3618045528149756615/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=3618045528149756615' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3618045528149756615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3618045528149756615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/angelo-della-morte.html' title='Angelo della Morte'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4pFsvOLM0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/2eqIB7Cm0sE/s72-c/angelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-2801359385683880783</id><published>2008-01-13T03:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:57:59.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri'/><title type='text'>Io sono con te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4l7c_OLMzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UrcXChR-vgg/s1600-h/cristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154786986439684914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4l7c_OLMzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UrcXChR-vgg/s400/cristo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questa notte ho fatto un sogno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ho sognato che ho camminato sulla sabbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;accompagnato dal Signore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e sullo schermo della notte erano proiettati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tutti i giorni della mia vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ho guardato indietro e ho visto che&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ad ogni giorno della mia vita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparivano due orme sulla sabbia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una mia e una del Signore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Così sono andata avanti, finché&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tutti i miei giorni si esaurirono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allora mi fermai guardando indietro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;notando che in certi punti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'era solo un'orma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questi posti coincidevano con i giorni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;più difficili della mia vita;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i giorni di maggior angustia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di maggiore paura e di maggior dolore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ho domandato, allora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Signore, Tu avevi detto che saresti stato con me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in tutti i giorni della mia vita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ed io ho accettato di vivere con te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perché mi hai lasciato sola proprio nei momenti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;più difficili?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ed il Signore rispose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Figlia mia, Io ti amo e ti dissi che sarei stato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con te e che non ti avrei lasciata sola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neppure per un attimo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i giorni in cui tu hai visto solo un'orma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sulla sabbia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sono stati i giorni in cui ti ho portata in braccio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-2801359385683880783?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2801359385683880783/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=2801359385683880783' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/2801359385683880783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/2801359385683880783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/io-sono-con-te.html' title='Io sono con te'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4l7c_OLMzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UrcXChR-vgg/s72-c/cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-3724673909242258752</id><published>2008-01-13T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T03:09:11.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omenaje'/><title type='text'>Madre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4lxCfOLMyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/T9VKXKfPqb4/s1600-h/madre_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154775536056873762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4lxCfOLMyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/T9VKXKfPqb4/s400/madre_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hay palabras que no necesitan palabras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aromas que son inolvidables,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Son esas cosas que significan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simplemente un sentimiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cómo negar lo innegable, lo obvio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si se trata de una cuestión de piel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es el amor en su máxima expresión,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es la vida en si misma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quién se desvive por ti cuando niño,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quién te consuela cuando un dolor te atosiga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quien te arropa en las noches frías,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y hasta su generoso pecho te ofrenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quien mitiga tus penas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enterrando sus propias miserias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ese alguien, que daría su vida por ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esa madre, es lo más grande que existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es un homenaje para ti madre&lt;br /&gt;tu dolor bien lo merece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toda una vida luchando en silencio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo un beso, una caricia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simplemente gracias madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-3724673909242258752?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3724673909242258752/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=3724673909242258752' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3724673909242258752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/3724673909242258752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/madre.html' title='Madre'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4lxCfOLMyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/T9VKXKfPqb4/s72-c/madre_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-4389767178482876634</id><published>2008-01-11T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:55:40.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omenaje'/><title type='text'>No hay cariño</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4edrfOLMxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sZHpLsqDicE/s1600-h/cuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154261668989711122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4edrfOLMxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sZHpLsqDicE/s400/cuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡No hay cariño comparable a su cariño!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡No hay amor tan sacrosanto, sin mensura!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, preciosa...; tú, benigna...;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tú, virtuosa flor de amor...,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llevas la esencia mejorque ser madre es cosa digna...;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mi madre recuerdo su inefalbe cariño...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;su sufrir abnegado..., sus purezas de alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aguarde, si...! ¡Que aplaze el triste día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que me obligue a sufrir su triste tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin tí en un cerco de tiniebla fría!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al verme en el sendero sin tu presencia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me es dura la jornada y frígido el invierno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy se cumplen ocho dias... ¡veinticinco de Diciembre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pasó la sombra fosca sobre la luz del día...&lt;br /&gt;pronto se verá - santo consuelo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que pasa mi mamita cual lo anhelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de brazos de la muerte al Brazo Eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tí, madre, traigo estas flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la válida expresión de los amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;del hijo tuyo que jamás te olvida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poema escrito de Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-4389767178482876634?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4389767178482876634/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=4389767178482876634' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/4389767178482876634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/4389767178482876634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-hay-cario.html' title='No hay cariño'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4edrfOLMxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sZHpLsqDicE/s72-c/cuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343769185004482983.post-7700207401390800546</id><published>2008-01-10T18:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:37:06.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mia madre'/><title type='text'>In silenzio ci hai lasciato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154017671897625266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4a_w_OLMrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gYoY0zP0Nks/s400/madre..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E il cuore quando d'un ultimo battito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avrà fatto cadere il muro d'ombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;per condurmi, Madre, sino al Signore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come una volta mi darai la mano. In ginocchio, decisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarai una statua davanti all'eterno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come già ti vedeva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando eri ancora in vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alzerai tremante le vecchie braccia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come quando spirasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dicendo: Mio Dio, eccomi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E solo quando m'avrà perdonato,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ti verrà desiderio di guardarmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ricorderai d'avermi atteso tanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e avrai negli occhi un rapido sospiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154255943798305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4eYePOLMvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KS2yAxfiE30/s400/violetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el corazón, cuando en un ultimo latido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;habrá hecho caer el muro negro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para llevarme, Madre, hasta el Señor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como esa vez, me extenderás la mano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De rodillas, resuelta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serás como una estatua ante lo eterno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como yo te mirabacuando vivías aun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alzaras temblorosa el viejo brazo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como cuando expiraste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exclamando: heme aquí, Dios mío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y solo cuando me hayas perdonado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te nacerá el deseo de mirarme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recordaras el haberme esperado(tanto tiempo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y tendrás en los ojos un rápido suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343769185004482983-7700207401390800546?l=gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7700207401390800546/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8343769185004482983&amp;postID=7700207401390800546' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/7700207401390800546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343769185004482983/posts/default/7700207401390800546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretasilvanaghirardelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/sarai-nella-casa-del-signore.html' title='In silenzio ci hai lasciato'/><author><name>zurkafe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYK2D1X_Gtk/R4a_w_OLMrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gYoY0zP0Nks/s72-c/madre..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
