POETRY

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT “But who are you, that advancing in the dark of night, stumble in my most secret thoughts? “ (William Shakespeare)

VISION, CONDITION AND ALL UNIVERSE – Malcolm Forbes: The best vision is insight. George Henry Lewes: Insight is the first condition of Art. Khaled Hosseini: Everyone is an ocean inside. Every individual walking the street.Everyone is a universe of thoughts, and insights, and feelings. But every person is crippled in his or her own way by our inability to truly present …

IF YOU DO NOT REMEMBER “If you do not remember what love you ever did commit the smallest folly, then you have not loved. “ (William Shakespeare)

BE TOGETHER   “Being together, is at the same time for us have time as in the solitude, be happy as in the company. “ (Emily Bronte)

LIKE A GUST OF WIND “Among our soul and our body, there are many small windows. From there, if they are open, pass the emotions. If you are just narrowed filter, only love can open your all together and suddenly, like a gust of wind. “ (Susanna Tamaro)

NOT FOR A SEASON “I love you for the winter, because leavens life. I love you for the spring, because the wellspring of life. I love you for the summer, because life explodes, I love you for the autumn, because it turns off the life. I love you for life, why are not you for a season. “ (Fran Tarel)

LOVING KINDNESSES “The kindness of the words creates confidence. The kindness of thoughts creates depth. Kindness in giving creates love.” (Lao Tzu)

FLOWERS IN THE WIND – G. Apollinaire: Your eyelids flying like flowers, flying in the wind gone mad. WONDERS VISUAL – R. Barthes: The debunker of our senses, touch. In contrast to the view, which is the most magical. The wonderful visual reasoning suffers the assault of touch. HEAVEN IN YOUR EYES – J. Maragall y Gorina: Lord, if the …

NEWS OF HUNGER     “Are inhabited by hunger. And all they tell me. It is not the fear or doubt, just a rhythm intact, that does not touch the beach with his salt. Hunger is perhaps a slight testament, or this insistence on destroying the house, and renew the stone in a dream. Little is what I remember of …

THREE INCHES OF SKIN “Three inches of skin you have sewn to life, I like a belt. The points also secured rights to, three crosses on Golgotha your meat. Is the wind, to untie me from your hips. Come fire, to burn inside a thunder. Butterfly loose powder on the wall, death today steal the scars. “ (Laura Corraducci)