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When love enters our life, we are surprised, because that sense of merging with your loved one, makes us understand a seemingly simple thing, and quite unusual: love is the only means at our disposal to break the loneliness, often lurking in some moments of our lives. In some poems, this perception ensured by love is fully expressed, so poignant, …

LOVE           Love is a brief word, but embraces all the others, because it includes the body, the soul, life and the whole being. We perceive it as well as feel the warm blood, we find out how the air, we carry in ourselves as our thoughts. For us there is nothing more important. (Guy de …

THE BOYS THAT THEY LOVE       The boys who they love kissing each other standing against the gates of the night, and passers passing mark them to finger. But the boys who are in love, there are none, and it is their only shadow that trembles in the night, stimulating the anger of passers. Their anger, their contempt, …

AS IN A DREAM             As in a dream, love comes with silent steps. (Rabindranath Tagore)

MY SOUL         My soul, close your eyes slowly, and as you immerse yourself in the water sinks into sleep, naked and dressed in white, the most beautiful of dreams will welcome you. My soul, close your eyes slowly abandoned as over my arms, in your sleep will not forget. Close your eyes slowly, your brown eyes, …

I LOVE INSIDE OF YOU     I love you in the adventure of the ship that goes toward the pole, I love you in the boldness of the great discoveries of the players, I love you in the distant things, I love you in the impossible. Within in your eyes like in a forest full of sun, sweaty and …

IF YOU DO NOT SPEAK     If you do not speak, I will fill my heart of your silent, and I will bear it. I’ll stay here stop to wait, as the starry night in his wake, with his head bowed down, patient. But the morning comes, the shades of night will vanish, and your voice in golden streams …

If I could live my life again, in the next I would try to make more mistakes, not try to be so perfect, I would deny it more, I would be less serious than I was, in fact, I would take very few things seriously. I would be less hygienic, I would run more risks, take more vacations, contemplate more …

Imagine a man. Imagine that in addition to the man – lying on a table – there is the limp body of a woman (his wife commits suicide, falling down from a window). Obviously, since it just happened, that man could not make sense of the incident. But is talking to himself, he finds explanations. Dostoevsky, the author of this …

………………………………… (Maestro Andrea) Ben is found Your Lordship. (Messer Maco) Good evening and Happy New Year. I believed to have lost you as and my familiar. (Maestro Andrea) The is better to miss that smarirme. Or here and book; go inside I will read you a little lesson sweet dessert for the first time. (Messer Maco) Ah, master, let me …

They did not have anything else to say? Their eyes, however, were full of words the most serious. While they struggled to find trivial phrases, they felt filled both by the same languor. It was like a whisper of the soul, deep, continuous, who had won the item. Amazed by this new, soft feeling, not thinking even to explain their …