Laguna, Stanza VII


Da Poesie italiane. Città che affondi, dove la ragione più salda si tramuta  d’un tratto in occhio umido, dove il fratello delle sfingi del Nord, leone alato e colto, non grida “da che parte stai?”, chiudendo il libro felice d’annegare dentro lo sciabordio degli specchi. (da Laguna, VII pag.15 in Poesie Italiane, Adelphi, 1996). Tomba […]

Laguna, Stanza VII

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By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)