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I DO NOT KNOW MORE, I DO NOT WANT MORE – Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

          I DO NOT KNOW MORE, I DO NOT WANT MORE                               Marceline Desbordes-Valmore   I do not know, I do not want more I do not know where did my anger; has spoken … and his sins are gone. His eyes …

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MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE: The Awakening

  MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE: The Awakening     On this bed of reeds, how can I sleep yet? I feel the scented air, scroll around you. Your mouth is devouring a flower aroma. approached, my darling, and others that do not burn me. Wake up, wake up!   But this breath of love, I wish that this kiss yet I dare …

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MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE: On top of a barrel

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MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE, Poem: The Separated

Do not write. I am sad, and I would turn me. Beautiful summer without you, this is the night without a torch. I closed my arms cannot reach you, And hit my heart is knocking at the tomb.                  Do not write! Do not write. Do not learn to die to ourselves. God asks only that … you, if I …

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Marceline Desbordes-Valmore : TWO BEES

Marceline Desbordes-Valmore, From The Book of Mothers and Children: TWO BEES.              Blessed are those that love the work unit: Providence blessed. In the hollow of an old wall, and languid and frail, Lamented a shrill voice A bee, without parents, Randomly walking her wandering household gods. Safe anywhere: its almost empty shelves Offered ample spoils …

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MARCELINE DESBORDES VALMORE: its name, does not remain silent

She is a woman of the nineteenth century, a singer and actress from the ear very sensitive to the French rhymes. She was born in 1786, in French Flanders, but at the age of 15 years she was with her ​​mother in the Caribbean, on the Island of Guadalupe. After his return home, at the age of 22 years, the …

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SPRINGTIME, IN ONE HAND

Meeting Benches, welcomes the season of truth, with five short poems unpublished. Marc Chagall, anemones. RENEWED TENDERNESS: Truth that enchants in smiling vitality, between returns home, surrounded by the smells of the earth. Rose-colored clouds above the fears, warm auroras, embracing new tenderness. HAWTHORN:Enclosing thorns kind, that is not more wind, but only the breeze, fondling under a little rain the …

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EMOTIONS OF PAINTED PINK

Five poets of the Italian Renaissance, away from the darkness of centuries, they still light the world of women. From the diary-atlas illstrato TRAVEL IN ITALY, published by Meeting Benches (e-book format, versions of Italian and English). VITTORIA COLONNA: “I write only to vent the internal grief, what feeds the heart, what else does not want it, and not for agiungere light …

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TULLIA DI ARAGONA: Love one time, so slow fire

From the diary-illustrated atlas TRAVEL IN ITALY, the Italian Renaissance as seen through the eyes of Stendhal, a poem and a picture, the e-book, published March 20, 2014 by Meeting Benches, in English and Italian language versions. TULLIA DI ARAGONA: Love one time, so slow fire Love in a time so sluggish fire burned my life, and so full of …

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GASPARA STAMPA: Sweet Spring

From the diary-illustrated atlas TRAVEL IN ITALY, published from the March 20, 2014 (e-book format in Italian and English), Meeting Benches proposes a picture and a poem by the Italian Renaissance: GASPARA STAMPA: Sweet Spring. Now that is back the sweet spring to all the world, she walks away from me solely; and goes away from us in that direction, …

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