Rabolas's Blog: at sixes and sevens, page 202
October 30, 2017
misterdoor: Un giorno troverò le parole giuste e saranno semplici. Jack Kerouac -
Published on October 30, 2017 03:36
October 29, 2017
"La riva è più sicura, ma a me piace combattere con le onde."
“La riva è più sicura,
ma a me piace combattere con le onde.”
- Emily Dickinson
(via perpassareiltempo)
ma a me piace combattere con le onde.”
- Emily Dickinson
(via perpassareiltempo)
Published on October 29, 2017 06:28
"Non vivo. Solo, gelido, in disparte, sorrido e guardo vivere me stesso."
“Non vivo. Solo, gelido, in disparte,
sorrido e guardo vivere me stesso.”
- Guido Gozzano, da I colloqui, II, vv. 40-41 (via somehow—here)
sorrido e guardo vivere me stesso.”
- Guido Gozzano, da I colloqui, II, vv. 40-41 (via somehow—here)
Published on October 29, 2017 05:23
ingarbugliata-mente: [ASSAGGI] L’autunno è un buon momento per...

[ASSAGGI]
L’autunno è un buon momento per raccogliere stelle con un cucchiaino e farne confetture e marmellate che profumano di poesia.
Published on October 29, 2017 04:23
todaysawestruck:Friday night: ) a cat, the moon… ;)
Published on October 29, 2017 03:43
"Wherever there is music, she is too, / in the soft blue of the sky, in Grecian verses, / in the..."
“Wherever there is music, she is too, / in the soft blue of the sky, in Grecian verses, / in the mirror of water that flows from the fountain, / in the marble of time, in a sharpened sword, / in the serenity of an open terrace / that looks upon the gardens and the sunsets. / And behind all the myths and masks: her soul, which is always alone.”
- Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Susana Bombard,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
- Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Susana Bombard,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
Published on October 29, 2017 03:08
iosonorockmaballoiltango: Ho pena delle stelle che brillano da tanto tempo, da tanto...
Ho pena delle stelle
che brillano da tanto tempo,
da tanto tempo…
Ho pena delle stelle.
Non ci sarà una stanchezza
delle cose,
di tutte le cose,
come delle gambe o di un braccio?
Una stanchezza di esistere,
di essere,
solo di essere,
l’essere triste lume o un sorriso…
Non ci sarà dunque,
per le cose che sono,
non la morte, bensì
un’altra specie di fine,
o una grande ragione:
qualcosa così, come un perdono?
Fernando Pessoa
Published on October 29, 2017 02:39
October 28, 2017
"Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance."
“Saints have no moderation,
nor do poets,
just exuberance.”
- Anne Sexton, “The Saints Come Marching In,” from The Awful Rowing Toward God (via yourhandinminethings)
nor do poets,
just exuberance.”
- Anne Sexton, “The Saints Come Marching In,” from The Awful Rowing Toward God (via yourhandinminethings)
Published on October 28, 2017 05:58
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From my projects as an indie writer and poet, through everything about books and libraries, a blog on the world of indie Italian literature
I also run the blog Indie Shake&Co, where to find books self From my projects as an indie writer and poet, through everything about books and libraries, a blog on the world of indie Italian literature
I also run the blog Indie Shake&Co, where to find books self-published by Italian Indie authors ...more
I also run the blog Indie Shake&Co, where to find books self From my projects as an indie writer and poet, through everything about books and libraries, a blog on the world of indie Italian literature
I also run the blog Indie Shake&Co, where to find books self-published by Italian Indie authors ...more
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