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These solitary hills have always been dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances.
I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back.
Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me, a voice from the inner depths of spirit
shakes the certitudes of thought.
Eternity breaks through time, past and present intermingle in her image.
In the inner shadows I lose myself,
drowning in the sea-depths of timeless love.
Giacomo LeopardiPleased to have you here in my archive. This is going to be my tiny internet corner where I'll share poetry, art, cinema, and other things I find ecstasy in. The site is still under construction, and it will most likely take quite a while as I have yet to learn more about web development. But I hope that in the end you like it and even find some things that you appreciate. You can leave a comment in this little guestbook. Thank you for stopping by. |
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