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Of life and love

So it's raining . Again.

And I, still under it,
me wet, I
your arms like branches, and your feet sink
,
watering and my thoughts, as
sowing,

that grows free in a land of utopias,
quand 'here
nourishes the soul and nourishes the heart, and rain, rain, filtering through the cracks

and farming roots, and
is collected, and it is thought that the hungry grasp
:
so is life!
and so to love, great is the

chest but the little heart,
like the river to the sea,
that many are accepted,
and lives, even through rain,
and pulses between the sore ribs that
detain him and unworthy
vol burst and wants to scream.

Love!

Poems by Salvatore Carvelli

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is great man.

is great man,
returning in the evening
and lying on the bed, and thinks

is great man, because
illusion,
because tomorrow will be better
and gives strength and dresses
soldier and fight and win and then
s'acclama.

It is the day.

And back in the evening the man
and lying on the bed, and think.

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Spaces


Too many spaces here and watch the sea, desert
that makes me, and I go to my
border
d that are peninsula 'love.
And here
Laws,
I told her this:

Archipelago d 'moments
is this our life, and everything
once
but he often escapes us and we will chase

and more distracted than ever,
d 'love, we do not care.

So I decided I love it!
And the mind goes, flees;
outside these walls. Today
chasing the delusion!
desire to escape, to love,
want to fly.

Today, I love without any distractions,
today write their lips;
because of 'soul,
I opened up the doors and I love it!

Today I tell you I love you!

Poems by Salvatore Carvelli

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I think so. Deprived of

"The fact is that until the issues of the world does affect us personally, often ignored, but we are inhabitants of the world and sooner or later than that - some - do so at the expense of many, will ultimately involve everyone. Who can look back and understand this is the one who will see far "

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hello I write on the blog yet (?/!)

come reports of comments to post very old, even three years ago. Most are spammatiche filth, in some cases people, who knows how and why they decide to resume discussions long gone. I take this opportunity and re-read old posts. I do not pretend to be a writer and I build a mental picture of who might have written them. It turns out a different person from how I perceive myself. Why
I have written so far? To share something about me? But if you do not recognize myself in the words that I wrote something does not work. It 's why my actions are rarrefacendo? Another chapter is closing? That's stripped?
Maybe.
Sometimes I am tempted to click the Delete button Blog.
was so easy, even for real life ...