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October 30, 2017

misterdoor: Un giorno troverò le parole giuste e saranno semplici. Jack Kerouac -

misterdoor:

Un giorno

troverò le parole giuste

e saranno semplici.





Jack Kerouac -



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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)


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Published on October 29, 2017 06:28

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Published on October 29, 2017 05:58

"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)

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Published on October 29, 2017 05:23

ingarbugliata-mente: [ASSAGGI] L’autunno è un buon momento per...



ingarbugliata-mente:

[ASSAGGI]

L’autunno è un buon momento per raccogliere stelle con un cucchiaino e farne confetture e marmellate che profumano di poesia.



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Published on October 29, 2017 04:23

todaysawestruck:Friday night: ) a cat, the moon… ;)



todaysawestruck:

Friday night: )

a cat, the moon… ;)



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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)


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Published on October 29, 2017 03:08

iosonorockmaballoiltango: Ho pena delle stelle che brillano da tanto tempo, da tanto...

iosonorockmaballoiltango:

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



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Published on October 29, 2017 02:39

October 28, 2017

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Published on October 28, 2017 06:28

"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)

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Published on October 28, 2017 05:58

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