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MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN: Poetry, by Gustave Flaubert

MEMOIRS OF A MADMAN “If I threw the grass and watched the stems bend to the breeze, and the waves beat the sand, here, I thought of her, I relived the heart every step, every gesture, every word. So it would be this, love? A “mental thing” that feeds the fire of imagination and asks for help to balms memory …

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WIND: Poetry, by Hugo Mujica

VIENTO “Viento y las nubes if deshacen; brisa y blancas if transfiguran. Hay ecos que no son de las palabras son of aliento, no nos repiten nos convocan to escuchar decirse para lo que nos llama.”     WIND “Wind and the clouds come apart; breeze and white are transfigured. There are echoes which are not of the words are …

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UNITED COLOURS OF KNOWLEDGE – Open your mind and listen to the song of the morning, counting the stars and tasks

THE MORNING – F. Holderlin: Very, starting in the morning, we who are in dialogue with one another and listen, man has learned. But we soon we will be singing. BLINDNESS – Faizi: The more you let yourself take by philosophical discourses, the more you lose sight of the truth. You’re counting the stars, and you are surrounded by a …

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LOVE IMPOSSIBLE: Gustave Flaubert, by “The Sentimental Education”

  LOVE IMPOSSIBLE People “down-to-earth” they say that love is madness. In reality, what happens, is that fantasy violently distorted by pleasant images, where each step brings you closer to happiness, is starkly brought back to harsh reality. (Gustave Flaubert)

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IF HERE, NOW: Poetry by Akiko Yosano

IF HERE, NOW “If here now I think back to the path of my passion, I looked like a blind man. Without fear of the dark.” (Akiko Yosano)

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I GET TO KNOW ME. I DO NOT EXIST: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa

I GET TO KNOW ME. NOT EXIST “I start to know me. I do not exist. I am the gap between what I want to be and others have done me, Or half of this range, because there is also life … I am so, so … Turn off the light, close the door and sure to have slippers noises …

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IMPASSE – Poetry, by Viviane Ciampi

IMPASSE “The snow was falling. The snow, always, there comes (wearing).” (Viviane Ciampi)

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Poetry, from “Romeo and Juliet” Act 3, Scene 2

“When you you will not be part of me, I want to cut out of your memory many small stars. Then it, the sky will be so beautiful, that all the world will fall in love of the night.” (William Shakespeare)

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I SIT AT MY DESK: Love Poem, by Kennet Rexroth

I SIT AT MY DESK “I sit at my desk. What can I write to you? Sick with love, I long to see you in the flesh. I can only write, “I love you. I love you. I love you. “ Love cuts through my heart And tears my vitals. Spasms of longing suffocate me And will not stop.” (Kennet …

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UNITED COLOURS OF WISDOM – Inside the eddies of life, discovering the shape of passion, without moving the grass

HARMONY – A. Blok: Telling those who did not live, play fake and tragic harm. Discover a harmony, in discordant reel being. LOSS – Hakim Sanai: Why did you lose to think about the shape of what is? Why sighs of passion, for what is not? Of these two things, make it one, and swallowed it like honey. Then, netted …

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