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UNITED COLOURS OF THE DAY – Cherry blossoms and white horses of light, cross the river of the night, when the morning grows,

ALBA GREY – Akiko Iosano: From the cherry blossoms fall. Thus, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky. AURORA – Sophocles: The circle of the dark night, opens the white horses of the light. CANDLES MELANCHOLIC – N. Tikhonov: The gauze of clouds, to bandage the wounded day. LIGHT – FG Lorca: The light is God who descends. …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE NIGHT – In the White knocking on the windows, and from star to star, the moon combing her hair blacks.

AIR LIGHT – L. Luisi: This is the time that assembles the dreams and there is absorbed, and the bright air escapes all in white with a large moon. CACTUS FLOWER – American Indian Navaho Song: The darkness gathers, leading cactus flowers in your hair. SHATTER – E. Sodergran: Look? A star fell with a crash! Do not go out …

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UNITED COLORS OF GENERATIONS – Rings shining in the bend of the river, newcomers, at the foot of the hill.

LIKE THE RINGS – M. Guiducci: Avi my, you who cross the time, like ants in a long line, each jealously holding its own weight. How much you gave me I have passed to others, such as a ring, in a game of children. HOW LEAVES – Mimnermus: As the leaves, we drink the warmth of a season that runs …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE FUTURE – Hands unborn await us, where everything is possible, including the feathers.

BUILDERS – E. Verhaeren: Hands know the couple hope to force unanimous, dazzled builders of the towers of the future, where the stones of silver firmer ideas glow in the wind, impregnated with space and light. IN THE WOMBS – Hermann Hesse: I love women, slender and beautiful, still unborn rest in the wombs of their years. Then it will …

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UNITED COLOURS OF MADNESS – The absurdity dozing in the cradle, holding up a finger to the sun.

SURRENDERING – E. Jabès: The house of the crowds dozing in the cradle, that the hands of the nurse are swinging. The house of crazy swings, the trees, the leaves hide – ON THE TOPSOIL – E. Verhaeren: Growing nonsense, like a flower fatal, in the soil of the senses. I want to go into madness, and his alone. FOOLS …

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UNITED COLOURS OF HAPPINESS – Fresh Wind in the hand and rattling fantastic joys of wax to seal daisies.

FRESH WILD – A. Akhmatova: And with wild freshness, with force, I blew into the face of happiness. MOMENTS OF LIFE – C. Guerzoni: I hold in the hollow of his hand, as firefly afraid, this moment of life, escaped the rational calculation of time. NOISE – R. Radiguet: Happiness, I recognized only at the sound made when you left. …

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UNITED COLORS OF ETERNITY – Grains of sand and flight of souls, out of time, including dizziness indefatigable mirrors.

GRAINS OF MILE – On Shih: You and I are like two short-lived, in the midst of the universe. Two grains of millet in the ocean. Great pain is that life is so short. I’d like to hold on to one of the immortals, and go with him. I want to embrace the moon, to stare into eternity. STRANGE FLIGHT …

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UNITED COLOURS OF AGE – They tumble blessed days, and passing, the years coming to rot.

BEATITUDES – H. Vaughan: Happy those early days, when only a mile or two, I had moved away from first love. Looking back, from so far away, still I grabbed a flash of his bright face. ARCHI – V. Cardarelli: So childhood is tumbling over the world, and the essay is but a child who complains of being grown up. …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE EROS: Amber fragrant scent of honey bees. Smile back, I’m grass and your eyelashes are arrows over

SIGHS – Anonymous Berber: My breath is like the sound of the skin taut, the rebec in the hand of the player. The fragrance of my dear love, like amber in the hands of the merchant. BOUNDARIES – M. Grillardi: I listened to the beautiful sound of your voice irradiated silver. I longed for the delicate line that marks the …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE PAST: With bright or dark horror joy, dancing in the grass seeds made of flesh

ROOTS OF HEAVENLY – Li-chi, the Chinese text: All things have their roots in the sky. The man is rooted in his ancestors. JOYFUL DANCE – R. Carrieri: We find ourselves in the ancestors, as slaves of a dance. We repeat the arrogance, and a joy with no hope. INDELIBLY OBLIVION – T. Hardy: I’m the face of the family. …

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