{"id":7255,"date":"2017-11-23T23:31:30","date_gmt":"2017-11-23T22:31:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=7255"},"modified":"2023-12-01T19:56:54","modified_gmt":"2023-12-01T18:56:54","slug":"der-alte-narr","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/?p=7255","title":{"rendered":"DER ALTE NARR * IL VECCHIO FOLLE"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"Durch

Durch die nasse, kalte Stadt … – Bild Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l<\/p><\/div>\n

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(Um Natalie
\nzu am\u00fcsieren!)<\/em> <\/p>\n

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Er schleppt seine m\u00fcden Knochen
\ndurch die nasse, kalte Stadt, f\u00fcr ihn
\nneue Mutter schon geworden; denn
\nWaise war er immer, obwohl weise
\nnoch gar nicht. Ansonsten h\u00e4tte er
\nsogar vor dem Anfang mit dieser
\nTr\u00e4umerei aufh\u00f6ren k\u00f6nnen, nein,
\nbesser: m\u00fcssen! Er ist zwar ein
\nalter Narr, doch wei\u00df er ganz genau,
\ndass manche Sterne zu weit entfernt
\nund viel zu brennend jung sind, f\u00fcr
\nalten, grauen, sterbenden Planeten. <\/p>\n

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(Per divertire Natalie!)<\/em> <\/p>\n

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Trascina le ossa stanche per
\ntutta la citt\u00e0, piovosa e fredda,
\nche gi\u00e0 gli fa da madre; perch\u00e9
\nlui s\u00ec, da sempre orfano, saggio
\nneanche un poco, fino ad ora.
\nSe lo fosse, l\u2019avrebbe smessa,
\nprima ancora di cominciare,
\ncon questo assurdo sogno. E
\nsarebbe davvero atto dovuto!
\nMa lui \u00e8 un vecchio folle,
\nbench\u00e9 sappia troppo bene che
\ncerte stelle troppo remote sono
\ne troppo ardentemente giovani,
\nper vecchi pianeti grigi, ormai
\nin estinzione \u2026 <\/p>\n

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\"Der

Der alte Narr, vielleicht – Bild Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l<\/p><\/div>\n

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\"AUDIO PoetaMatus\u00e8l liest
\nDER ALTE NARR<\/strong> <\/p>\n

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\"AUDIO PoetaMatus\u00e8l legge
\nIL VECCHIO FOLLE <\/strong> <\/p>\nhttps:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IL-VECCHIO-FOLLE.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

 
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Prezioso Visitatore che mi leggi, un breve commento, anche solo un saluto, non ti costa che un piccolissimo sforzo, per\u00f2 far\u00e0 un enorme piacere a me, quando lo legger\u00f2! Grazie di cuore!! <\/em>   :O)<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2017 Guido Comin PoetaMatus\u00e8l – Belluno, Italy. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/p>\n

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    (Um Natalie zu am\u00fcsieren!)   Er schleppt seine m\u00fcden Knochen durch die nasse, kalte Stadt, f\u00fcr ihn neue Mutter schon geworden; denn Waise war er immer, obwohl weise noch gar nicht. Ansonsten h\u00e4tte er sogar vor dem Anfang mit dieser Tr\u00e4umerei aufh\u00f6ren k\u00f6nnen, nein, besser: m\u00fcssen! Er ist zwar ein alter Narr, doch […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,3289,9,13,6],"tags":[3295,3291,326,3253,3275,1099,1246,3293,3290,2742,3294,3292,3067],"class_list":["post-7255","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry-2","category-deutsche-gedichte-2","category-deutsche-gedichte","category-poesia-italiana","category-poetry-poesia","tag-acker-bilk","tag-alt","tag-berlin","tag-berlino","tag-citta","tag-follia","tag-giovane","tag-jung","tag-narr","tag-sogno","tag-stadt","tag-traum","tag-vecchio"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7255","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7255"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7255\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7821,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7255\/revisions\/7821"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7255"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7255"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetamatusel.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7255"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}