{"id":9348,"date":"2019-09-04T14:41:24","date_gmt":"2019-09-04T11:41:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9348"},"modified":"2019-09-04T14:41:24","modified_gmt":"2019-09-04T11:41:24","slug":"grazia-montanaro-lombardi-may-god-rest-you-in-peace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9348","title":{"rendered":"Grazia Montanaro Lombardi, may God rest you in peace!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"candle\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/candle.jpeg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-9349\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/candle-250x250.jpeg\" alt=\"candle\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/candle-250x250.jpeg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/candle-150x150.jpeg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Possa la tua eternit\u00e0 essere pacifica e piena di poesia, mia cara amica &#8230; Dio benedica il tuo cuore , Grazia!<br \/>\nFie-ti Eternitatea linistita si plina de poezie, prietena draga&#8230;Dumnezeu sa-ti binecuvanteze sufletul!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Certo che potevo attendere&#8230;&#8221;\/ &#8220;Bien s\u00fbr que je pourrais attendre &#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Certo che potevo attendere<br \/>\nl\u2019autunno e le castagne<br \/>\no forse quel fiorir di crisantemi<br \/>\npetali sfrangiati di memorie\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Ma io volevo sentire il succo dolce<br \/>\ndel chicco d\u2019uva tra le labbra<br \/>\n[&#8230;lasciando ai ritardatari<br \/>\ncastagne e crisantemi\u2026]<\/p>\n<p>Certo che potevo attenderti<br \/>\nal museo d&#8217;Orsay, davanti<br \/>\nall &#8220;Impression Soleil levant&#8221;<br \/>\ndi Monet<\/p>\n<p>Ma io volevo vedere il sole<br \/>\nmentre nasceva<br \/>\nnella foschia di un mare<br \/>\ntutto mio\u2026<br \/>\n[&#8230;Monet e Parigi potevano aspettare\u2026]<\/p>\n<p>Certo che avrei potuto aspettarti<br \/>\naccendendo<br \/>\ni silenzi del mattino<br \/>\nnelle distese viola di lavanda<br \/>\nin Provenza&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Ma io volevo<br \/>\nsentirti sulla pelle<br \/>\nsoffiarmi brividi<br \/>\ncome il vento di Mistral<br \/>\naccoglierti come il prato accoglie<br \/>\nla prima foglia<br \/>\nche si stacca dal ramo..<\/p>\n<p>Volevo averti addosso<br \/>\ncome il primo freddo di settembre\u2026<br \/>\n[\u2026.della lavanda e della Provenza<br \/>\nnon me ne importava niente&#8230;!!!]<\/p>\n<p>Grazia Montanaro Lombardi<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br \/>\n&#8220;Bien s\u00fbr que je pourrais attendre &#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Bien s\u00fbr que je pourrais attendre<br \/>\nautomne et ch\u00e2taignes<br \/>\nou peut-\u00eatre que la fleur de chrysanth\u00e8me<br \/>\np\u00e9tales effrayants de souvenirs &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Mais je voulais sentir le jus sucr\u00e9<br \/>\nde jus de raisin entre les l\u00e8vres<br \/>\n[&#8230; laissant les retardateurs<br \/>\nch\u00e2taignes et chrysanth\u00e8mes &#8230;]<\/p>\n<p>Bien s\u00fbr que je pourrais t&#8217;attendre<br \/>\nau mus\u00e9e d&#8217;Orsay, en face<br \/>\nTous &#8220;Impression Soleil Levant&#8221;<br \/>\nde Monet<\/p>\n<p>Mais je voulais voir le soleil<br \/>\ncomme il est n\u00e9<br \/>\ndans la brume d&#8217;une mer<br \/>\ntout mon &#8230;<br \/>\n[&#8230; Monet et Paris pourraient attendre &#8230;]<\/p>\n<p>Bien s\u00fbr j&#8217;aurais pu t&#8217;attendre<br \/>\nbr\u00fblant<br \/>\nle silence du matin<br \/>\ndans la lavande violette<br \/>\nen Provence &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Mais je voulais<br \/>\nsentir sur la peau<br \/>\nsouffle moi des frissons<br \/>\ncomme le vent de Mistral<br \/>\nvous accueillir comme le pr\u00e9 accueille<br \/>\nla premi\u00e8re feuille<br \/>\nsortant de la branche.<\/p>\n<p>Je voulais t&#8217;avoir<br \/>\ncomme le premier rhume de septembre &#8230;<br \/>\n[&#8230;. De lavande et de Provence<br \/>\nJe me fichais de rien &#8230; !!!]<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9348","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9348","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9348"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9348\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9350,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9348\/revisions\/9350"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9348"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9348"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9348"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}