We are home to Vale and we are late. I'm excited to imagine the presentation of Giulia. I read her poems and she looks out on stage at the show. It has a red dress and continuing his words, and admiring it in, start to think of it as one of the women extremely sensual and mysterious with scantily clad Jack Vettriano. Then he protrudes from the mirror and fights with his rebellious curls. They are like my own. Then I approach and help, now is beautiful. See her talking with her book in hand, I do know better that young woman who has just discovered the world. His cheeks are red inside and has a passion live broadcasting with a laugh effervescent. Security dirty doubts. Intelligence superfine. I keep reading ... and again ... but calmly. He does not put the art quickly. It was like diving into an ocean of sensations. Feelings that I was living, but mostly I needed to live at that time. This is the true gift of hermeticism. Bow to the will and needs of any player. When Ungaretti writes "enlighten me immensely," I emphatically do it.
But in my own way. Interprets that its light. I imagine an immensity that smacks of a mathematics and poetry becomes a ray of sunshine just bloomed. Another day I suppose to meet a loved one who sends me only positive emotions that seem to last an eternity. Poetry is like music, transports you and only you know where.
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I shudder to hear all this. The only price. I do not know a more expensive but true. I close the book. Catharsis. I smile mockingly. And 'it failed to give a single title for all the poems. It is a continuous purification. Step by step. Religion that challenge with eroticism. "From tomorrow, only tomorrow, I have sinned".
Constellations in, Fertility in revolt, Loneliness exalting. And time, our enemy Tyrant. "But the human sense of time / paradoxically missing / our watches / while and have the same time / by good heretics believe them broken." The relativism of the cosmos itself. I read and everything seems to be moving but yes, it is true, there are minutes that last longer than others. A boring and relapsed clock can not take this essence. He has a feeling that playing with the keys and brake forgetting the clutch. He does not know this poem, and can not hear. Thank Giulia, the other Giulia, another law student with curls. For describing my emotions or better yet, to have made them discover me .. "Change, improve, / perhaps best persevere ..."
And now I can undress a little 'too ... with the courage more items in the backpack and the argument that there is more airtight. Love. In its most mixed facets, all different, all different for each of us ..
Today, my, for the first time, I spit in my first poem ... Here I am, here they are, to you.