Coralblue wonderful dream, i would like to be there.
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
and man in his hasty days
is honoured for them.
I too will something make
and joy in the making!
altho' tomorrow it seem'
like the empty words of a dream
remembered, on waking.
Poetry is everywhere. The birth, the breath, the love, the metaphysical anguish... and the death it is poetry. The loss of the dream, the anger. Poetry is still the other and his shadow. And a picture as the sacrifice of Iphigenia ... The whisper and cry of the soul!
ho dimenticato un Y* per questa affascinante ambiente,
L'unica gioa al mondo è cominciare. È bello vivere, perché vivere è cominciare, sempre, ad ogni istante (Cesare Pavese)
Harry, thank you very much, really thank you.
Eva... yes the poetry is everywhere, and for me will be always, there where my heart is. "thank you"...
Angela , la stella ha dato tanto senso ... Grazie dal profondo del mio cuore.
I am in love with this sunset C.Blue... I don't want to nightfall!!!
Thank you very much Katerina ; stay in love with this sunset as long as you want. I know you're better than me, because me I have failed to prevent the fall of night...:-)
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