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UNITED COLORS OF THE PAST – Realising of what happened, in a wind from white colors, while the future narrows.

HEAR – R. Gueneau: When you have a past, you will realize that it is a curious thing. EVENTS – Agathon: Of this only lack the gods, do not place what happened. OUTCROPS – A. Moravia: A number of things and of fatality, the past, that ultimately emerge, in other forms, in the present. THEN – R. Di Blasio: When …

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I WILL BE THERE

And remember, I’ll be there. I’ll be on the air. So sometimes, if I want to speak, put one hand, close your eyes and look for me. There is spoken. But not in the language of words. In the silence. (T. TERZANI)   Y recuerda, yo estaré allí. Voy a estar en el aire. Así que a veces, si quiero …

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WALKING IN SOLITUDE: Poetry, by L. De Vega

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

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UNITED COLORS OF WAITING – Wait a look, preparing the unacceptability of truth

ACCEPTANCE – Heraclitus: You’ll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not expect to find. EXPECTATIONS – G.G. Marquez: He who awaits much can expect little. WAIT – LA Seneca: The biggest obstacle is the expectation of life, which depends on tomorrow but wasted today. JOYOUS WAITING – E. Montale: But wait …

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ATLANTIC CRUISE: Beyond the Pillars of Hercules, with the eyes of Meeting Benches

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SCENT OF HOLLAND: A cross of ashes, in different moods, next to a lonely farm

IN SEVERAL LAYERS OF ANCIENT SOUL – By Margaretha Vasalis ” In the most ancient layers of my soul, which is made of stone, blooms, intact fossil faded, the stone flower of your face. I can not get rid of you, you only in my stone flourish. The feast of pleasure is spent But now nothing can separate me from …

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UNITED COLORS OF WORDS – Above unknown surfaces, they open the unspeakable. Slipping as drops, they surround you

BEAUTIFUL ROADS – Sophocles: The beautiful streets of reason, with the word only, are disclosed. EXCELLENCE – Chuang-tzu: A dog is not considered worthy because it is good to bark. A man is not considered excellent because it is good at talking. INSIDE – M. Monroe: What I have inside, no one sees it. I have beautiful thoughts, which weigh …

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UNITED COLORS OF PEACE – Sleeping in white robes, smelling the scents of the harvest, beside lily pads

CLEANED CLOTHES – Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples, the womb of your white robe. BAD WORDS – J. Milton: With words coated ornaments of reason, advised ignoble calm, quiet and slothful. DESERT – Tacitus: They make a desert and call it peace. WINDOWS IN THE NIGHT – H. …

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WORDS THAT DANGLE IN THE AIR: In myself they sleep and exist, stunning me, while our knees still touch

LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET – By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love you, because in myself you sleep and you remains asleep. I will hide in tears, haunted by a voice of penetrating steel. Accordance that shakes together, flesh and star, already pierces my chest pained, and the gloomy words have bitten …

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EDGE OF THE ABYSS: Speaking of love, with Boris Cyrulnik

Yes, even the soul has its wounds. This tells us a French neuropsychiatrist – Boris Cyrulnik – the innovator of the circuits invisible of emotions and feelings. Not with poems, and not even with a novel, he takes us on pages full of sense. http://www.amazon.it/Parlare-damore-sullorlo-dellabisso-Cyrulnik/dp/8876848703 Almost as an architect, but without using brick and reinforced concrete, the physician-writer reminds us …

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