MI DUOLE
A volte mi riaffiora
La mia negligenza verso te..
E mi duole, sai..
Mi duole
Essermi dimenticato
Per un po' di te..
Per un po'
Averti negato il mio calore.
(A mio nonno.)
lunedì 28 settembre 2009
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Poetry is that subtle, inner spark which puts together the fragments of the fragile human soul, especially the contemporary one, and fills it in. This occurs everytime, whereever a human being happens to be, and whenever they happen to practise it in their life. Sometimes it seems to be hidden and buried in the deep inside, sometimes it abruptly comes out with violence and vehemence, but it is always there, in the deep spirit, ready to rise and express itself.
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