tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89555902688431454222024-02-20T23:31:27.314-08:001) Il castello.mer dacciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02310924314268262565noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8955590268843145422.post-21762104862245628822016-09-26T12:26:00.000-07:002016-09-28T13:55:29.524-07:00Il castello<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Il castello.</span><br />
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Notte senza stelle, il cielo avvolto in una nebbia buia
rischiarata</span></div>
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da ragnatele di lampi dalla luce fioca sanguigna che si</span></div>
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muovono al
rallentatore. In mezzo come un ragno deforme sul</span></div>
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picco di una montagna un
lugubre castello turrito come quelli</span></div>
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che dovevano esserci in Transilvania
quando i “signori” si</span></div>
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nutrivano di sangue. Si sente un battito d’ali dall’alto
scendere</span></div>
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al ponte levatoio, la forma di uno Sguardo che guarda,</span></div>
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scalpiccio di
passi sulla ghiaia, una campana rintoccare. Un</span></div>
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lampo esplode sulla scena, il
castello appare nitido,</span></div>
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semidiroccato, macerie dappertutto, tutte le finestre
sprangate.</span></div>
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Del visitatore si vede solo uno Sguardo che guarda.</span> <o:p></o:p></div>
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