The wheat field is so beautiful just because I'm in flowers poppy and vetch, and your face a little pale because it is pulled back by the weight of the long braid. C. Sheaves
If you seek happiness prepared raining happiness on everyone he meets. The world is just an echo: whatever you do comes back ... O. Rajneesh
in him was life and the life was the light of men, the light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not comprehend it. (John)
when writing a poem is silence, then read it is too noisy!
my arms restores your sleep between meadows, green slopes and under air.
I look like my baby. Certainly the foam, the sea foam that whitens o'er, to trail issues from the blue roofs and the wind disperses, even to the clouds, clouds that are insensitive and dispose in clear sky, and other light things and wandering. (U Saba)
Everything is its opposite, in fact if we think of words as they are giometriche forms a space inside / outside, surrounded by a membrane that is the boundary of the double meaning! For example: U / = human hands / non-human (u = No need) ...
FB In each name a life ... every life story ... each story a different scheme. Daily plots of slender expectations weave a concave fabric of reality!
The curve of your eyes around the heart wheel motion dance and sweetness ... Paul Eluard
Rhyme Spring-the longer the day, sweeter sera.Domani maybe the grass shall grow some violet: Oh cool, new principal violist blessed the first to find you, your smell will tell The spring has come, is qua.Gli other gentlemen do not know and still believe in the winter, even respectable people, but their timing is delayed. (G. Rodari)
believing believing in your soul, you made me believe more in them. The soul is contagious. A man takes it to another like the plague, and we are all the other spiders patients. If we spin the thread of joy and also enough to catch him-if we ourselves do not have to worry tangled plots. Erica Jong
I wish to live without money from buy to let. I wish to live without brand, unlabeled, without distinction, without any other name than that of man. J. Debruynne
Listen is not paying the ear, is being led by the word of the word where it leads. If, instead of the word, there is the silence of the other, allora ci si fa guidare da quel silenzio. - U. Galimberti
Vorrei incontrarti... Là dove ci demmo appuntamento. Lontani da tutto. Fuori dal tempo. Lontani dalla realtà... Per ricordarti che non ti ho mai detto "Ti amo". (Anonimo)
I miei pensieri giungono all'improvviso. Corrono lungo il mio tempo aprono la porta della mia mente. Rotolano con i ricordi lungo le valli della mia vita. Sono cavalli liberi al vento sono onde del mare grigio in tempesta sono gabbiani alti nel cielo sono rugiada nel bosco d'autunno sono la la pioggia che batte sui vetri. A. Brand
"And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee".("E allora, non chiedere per chi suoni la campana. Essa suona per te".)
Donami un abbraccio sincero, luminoso come un giorno d'Estate, ma che sia lungo, lungo una vita . (C.Bramanti)
Come quella chiostra di rupi che sembra sfilaccicarsi in ragnatele di nubi; tali i nostri animi arsi in cui l'illusione brucia un fuoco pieno di cenere si perdono nel sereno di una certezza: la luce. (E Montale)
Vi sono momenti della storia, nei quali tutto quello che si può fare è tenere accesi piccoli fuochi nella notte, proteggendoli dalla tempesta e da chi li vuole spegnere a colpi di prepotenza, di avvocati and laws, because at night and the storm ended, the village will even start to cook and keep warm. (Gilles Deleuze)
Just for today I will live for the day without wishing to solve the problems of my life all at once ... Just for today I'll know from my heart, despite appearances, that the existence takes care of me like no one else in the world. Just for today I will have no fears. In particular, I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful and to believe in love. Pope John XXIII
in the evening air was moist and soft the sharp odor of 'plowed fields and we went together on this hill over there while the cricket stridea in the fields. The dove was raised to your eye. Almost silent prayer to the starry sky, and I understood that what he did not say I fell in love with you 'cause tacevi. O Guerrini
Back to the blue scarf waving in the wind of spring, sweet, imbued with an air of foreboding runs lightly. The dream of violets to bloom next life already. Look away, rattling a harp? Spring is you, I heard you! (E. Mörike)
flakes breathed air around the foliage of flowering apricot: messengers of the sun woven silk - T'ang
Like a rose opens its petals to the sun, you throw open the arms to life ... You will love ... and be loved, you will suffer ... and suffer, like the thorns of a rose ... until ... the right hand, will come to you without getting hurt. Is demanding, your mind ... (Grace A.)
I am a bit 'distracted, but by force ... the winter with the window that steals my thoughts and if he brings them happy sled trails. In vain I call them: they will be caught in some branches bare ... G Rodari
Memories, a futile endless, but just and united against the sea, intact in the midst of endless gasps ... (G Ungaretti)
Man differs from the geranium, the stone and the dog because he is aware, cioè memoria del proprio essere che diviene. Uno studio che non faccia nascere la coscienza non è dell’uomo, ma del geranio, del sasso, del cane. (Fatto, tempo spazio. A Colamonico)
A giorni alterni sono io la luna e tu l'immensa terra che mi attira e questa notte tu, tu sei la luna - io ti tengo al guinzaglio - so che mi stai sognando, mi accarezzi, i globuli lo sanno del mio sangue, ogni mio nervo teso come un arco o un'arpa eolia che vibra al respiro. Luisa Spaziani
Si amare pigebat, saltem nunc redamare non pigeat. Nulla est enim maior ad amorem invitatio, quam praevenire amando. Se ci rincresceva amare, almeno ora non ci rincresca di rispondere all'amore. Non c'è infatti maggiore invito all'amore che amare per primi. (De cath. rud. 4, 7 - Agostino)
Tra le ombre di una ragnatela smossa l’ago, paziente, riportava da una stoffa antica la traccia di una presenza. Quando, ecco, si porse il bandolo della matassa tutta. da Il filo A Colamonico
Da qualche parte della sera l’ombra si prende gia’ le ore, lui cade e lancia tra i binari una bottiglia in faccia al cielo, il treno passa nel vapore e non lascia dietro che parole.. V Capossela
come una volta mi darai la mano... decisa... Ricorderai d'avermi atteso tanto, e avrai negli occhi un rapido sospiro. G Ungaretti
and blue eyes girl ... see them on the night of winter is a flower that Shakes the air starts to flow the blood and reaches, the river of life, to the heart. are your eyes that I wanted to see your eyes are clear and Spring appeared in the winter. Pino Mercuri
Language is a labyrinth of streets, come on the one hand and steer you know, you come to the same point the other way and you do not find their way more ... (Wittgenstein)
Life is like the tide takes you to dry on the high seas, as the moon goes. I have not cheated or never bluffed, and this evening I laid bare my soul, ho perso tutto ma ho ritrovato me. Uno su mille ce la fa. ma quanto è dura la salita. in gioco c'è la vita...
Lascia che il tuo silenzio sia anche il mio parlarti, lucido come fiamma, semplice come anello.Tu sei come la notte, taciturna e stellata. Di stella è il tuo silenzio, così lontano e semplice. Mi piaci silenziosa perché sei come assente... P NERUDA
l' anima tua son venuto a rubare. Ora lei e' mia - del tutto mi appartiene nel male e nel bene - dal mio impetuoso e ardito amare nessun angelo ti potra' salvare. Hermann Hesse
E tu sei qui, donna, come un legno intatto ora che tutta la mia vita fatta cenere fly ... P Neruda
Although I can not open my mouth to speak with his eyes for a good half hour. Looking in your eyes I can tell you if there is peace in your heart or not. Mother Teresa C.
In this world of war and violence, even the flowers are crying ... and we continue to believe it's dew. ~ Jim Morrison ~
With innocent gaze path in a groove that does not speak to me. I sit on the stairs of my thoughts, unable to shape my mind, as the potter does with clay, waiting to breathe the air of a land never reached. (S Pic)
Noon pale and absorbed at a crumbling garden wall of feeling ... with sad wonder how all his life and his labor in this following a wall that was on top of sharp shards of bottle. Montale
not say, "I found the truth" but rather "I have found a truth." Do not say: "I found the path of the soul," but rather "I have met the soul walking upon my path." For the soul walks upon all paths. The soul is not in a straight line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, ... like a lotus of countless petals. K Gibran
was what I loved, those who call ... no scratch wind, without hurting or move leaf crystals. What with her hair tied silence. Without hurt me, to dig a bank of soft light in his chest and makes the soul waterway. THE ANGEL GOOD R Alberti
collect my thoughts every sunrise images contained on the surface of the pupil ... eternal wanderer in the sea of \u200b\u200btime. (S. Trabanelli)
when you left, as I stayed! as the plow in the middle of the fallow. Pascoli
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