POETRY

ROOMS ILLUMINATE – P. von Heyse: Endure, is patient quiet. In a time, your room will be full of sun. TRUSTING – J. Thorarensen: Although I fail to see placate the storms of life, moved, I listen to the laughter of my hopes. THE IMPOSSIBLE – M. Kundera: We can write and love, in spite of the impossibility of writing, …

CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down …

APPEARANCES – K. Popper: An unknown reality, the world, behind the appearances.               DISTORTED LEGS – J. Women: Disfigured is the proportion of the world: the two legs on which it rests, reward and pain, remain distorted.       RISING MORNING – Shami Manzei: To compare the ephemeral thing in the world? Nowhere, …

AT THE WINDOW – AR Holst: The winter freezes, and the bushes are already blacks. Would light the fire, if you come back, as then, in that old story of the two of us. But I stand at the window, silent and thoughtful. The winter freezes, the years have passed. WEAK LUCERNE – Taqui Mir Mohammad: Sadly the evening darkens; …

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish …

            “Do not look for dresses with golden threads but grabs the time of youth.             You can take the flower to his blossoming Do not wait to shake a stem withered.”

“In front of my bed, the moon illuminates the earth. as reflections of frost.         I look up the shining moon, then bowed his head: my land is far away.”        

“The moon sets, ice crystals fill the sky, cry of a raven.       Maple River in a fire fishing, sad image of my sleepless night.         By Han Shan temple, out of town, in the deep night comes to my boat a bell sound.”   By Zhang Ji                           

Still a leave of Cambridge – Xu Zhi Mo (1895-1931)   “I left in silence, as quietly arrived; soft move my hand, to greet the clouds.       Those golden willows on the bank, brides are like the setting sun; shadow in the reflections of the waves, moves my heart.    Waterlilies above the muddy water, under move slowly, …

“Animals running you can take with the fishnet; those that swim can be taken with the pot; those who fly it can break down with arrows; but the dragon do not know how to grasp: it rises into the sky on vapor and wind. Today I saw Laotzu, is similar to the dragon! “ Http://www.amazon.it/Tao -yourselfers Ching-Lao-Tsu / dp / …