Some instants are immensely precious, small enchanting and magical gems, that one after the other, patiently and with time, create that jewel called life. (altro…)
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Winter, here on the Alps, seems like an endless season. During these first part of the year, there has not been so much snow, but a freezing wind. Tiny little ice crystal give me the illusion of candid landscape. It’s a less intense white, not uniform at all, but it’s my own make-believe wintery world, and it’s beautiful anyway. (altro…)
We are not used to reading poetry, too demanding, too difficult and obscure, but even so each of us holds in their heart some verses, fragments that were able to sneak into the remote corners of our souls, and that sometimes emerge on the surface and talk to us.
I was in high school, during my English literature classes, and the teacher was explaining the Romantic poets. They were a bit too dramatic and heart wrenching according to my tastes, but as you all know, every rule has its exception, and mine was called Daffodils.