WHEN YOU WILL NOT BE LONGER PART OF ME: William Shakespeare, “Romeo and Juliet” Act 3, Scene 2

WHEN YOU WILL NOT BE LONGER PART OF ME When you are no longer part of me I’ll want to cut out from your memory so many little stars, then, the sky will be so beautiful that the whole world will love the night. (William Shakespeare) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Juliet-Wordsworth-Classics-William-Shakespeare/dp/1840224339 http://www.amazon.it/Romeo-Giulietta-William-Shakespeare/dp/8804499397

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NOTHING: Poetry of Fernando Pessoa

NOTHING The angels were looking for her, found her at my side, there where her wings had guided. The angels came to take her away. She had left their home, their day clearer, and had come to live with me. She loved me, because love just loves imperfect things. The angels came from the top, and took her away from …

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THE LOST WORLD – Venezuela: Canaima and Angel Falls

35,000 sq km, a Venezuelan national park, an area with the intriguing name “the lands of Guayana”. The highest waterfalls in the world, the “Angel”. Ancient rock compositions, above the “Montana’s Diabolo”. Orchids and equatorial flora, along with “chaparral”, very dense formations of green herbs and trees. Savannah, jaguars and tapirs, peccaries, caimans and crocodiles. http://www.think-venezuela.net/ After that you will …

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOME POETRY – Angelo Branduardi: Welcome, my woman

WELCOME, MY WOMAN Welcome to my woman, welcome to my home, if you are tired now rests I’ll give you a drink. Welcome, my woman, welcome to my home, I will give you bread and roses and with me you’ll laugh. Welcome to my woman, welcome to my home, if you’re tired now rests welcome my woman. (Angelo Branduardi) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7qdDCi0kw8

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YOU ARE MY SLAVERY, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM – Poetry, by Nazim Hikmet

YOU ARE MY SLAVERY, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM You are my slave, you are my freedom, You are my flesh burning as the naked flesh of the summer nights. You are my home you, with green highlights of your eyes you, high and victorious. You are my nostalgia of knowing how inaccessible at the very moment when I grab you. …

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Gino Paoli: The sky in a room

When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling, no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here, abandoned, as if, if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates for you and for …

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FAREWELL – Poetry by Nazim Hikmet

The man says to the woman I love, and as if I hold in my palm heart, like broken glass, which I bloodied the fingers, when he broke madly. The man says to the woman I love, and as with the depth of kilometers, with the immensity of kilometers, one hundred percent, a thousand percent, one hundred times the infinitely …

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