With this new section, Aphorisms and Poems, will try to get where we are not allowed to reach with our 'mini-essays'. Always accompanied by the hope to enrich this little blog for you.
- Who knows what we will be - Maybe
What if we
torches or debris on this great altar of life
Who knows what we
against everything I saw wrong with flaming
on the skin and eyes of the child already was old man
nell'affondo dagger
inflicted the pain of the sacrifice of living in bad
we call human progress
Maybe your eyes will be your smile
the only value the grace to live
illuminating the good that is painted on your face Maybe
I'll take this as a gift
my inevitable journey through the stars But now
breath tears
grow old as I write
How many times dovrò morire
per sentirmi ancora vivo
(Lorenzo Giulianini)
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