Il mio linguaggio Spazio Poesia
Il mio linguaggio Poca cosa è la mia vita come la povera camera che ospita ogni notte i miei sogni. Al mattino vi penetra dal giardino un timido raggio e trema il batticoda… Continue reading
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My Language Space Poetry
My Language Not much is my life as the poor room that houses every night my dreams. In the morning there penetrates from the garden a shy ray and trembles the wagtail under… Continue reading
The Words Le parole
The Words “The words that incarnate themselves in us, nourish us, and can lead us to the central node from which the thought originates and there let us flow with all the creative… Continue reading