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Parole tra due amiche. Al di là dello spazio. The night now…. The skin of the angels. Tramonti già Ombre della Notte Tenebre. Blog su WordPress.com. Blog su WordPress.com.
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Al di là dello spazio. The night now…. The skin of the angels. Sedimenta sul cuore una gromma. Come coagula l’afa condensa. Di vapori stagnanti. Riscatto. Chiedo ai fiori di campo e ai tuoi occhi. La versione inglese è qui. Questa voce è stata pubblicata in Judy. E contrassegnata con amore. 25 pensieri su “ Sedimenti. Pingback: Tartar « The skin of the angels. 8230;un mio compagno delle medie. Poi proseguì col liceo classico. Di ricca famiglia terriera senza particolari titoli nobiliari. E ci si mise.
Tutto nasce | Judy e Lyth
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Al di là dello spazio. This my love «…. Su Il mio amore. The skin of the angels. Tutto nasce già morto, riciclo. Di passate pulsioni, di ritmi. Che si gonfiano e smorzano, di onde. Che nell’onda si annidano e stanno. Ogni alba è un inizio che smonta. Nella notte, ogni notte risorge. Da solstizio a solstizio e si avanza. Sopra ho un buio risucchio di freddo. E lontano infinito orizzonte. Dove il mare quel cielo discioglie. Nel mistero assoluto dell’onda. Dentro ho un cuore che pulsa domande. Una caserma d...
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Al di là dello spazio. This my love «…. Su Il mio amore. The skin of the angels. Quasi cade corta vita di povera fede come cenere di giorni roventi e nebbia pesante Corre estate al grigio del tempo d’inverno Fiori muoiono nel secco di aridi prati L'originale inglese è qui. Questa voce è stata pubblicata in Judy. E contrassegnata con dolore. 64 pensieri su “ Come cenere. Guarda che l’ho fatto…. Larr; Commenti meno recenti. Lascia un commento Annulla risposta. Scrivi qui il tuo commento.
Cicale | Judy e Lyth
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Al di là dello spazio. This my love «…. Su Il mio amore. The skin of the angels. Le cicale disseccano dentro. Vana fuga tra i glicini e ortensie. Vano sogno ogni libero istinto. La calura che sfuggo nell’ombra. Dell’esedra e del glicine verde. Mi dissecca la vita che sfuggo. Per non darmi e ogni aggetto rifuggo. Secca polvere asciuga nell’aria. Fatta torrida ovunque nel mondo. La versione inglese è qui. Questa voce è stata pubblicata in Judy. E contrassegnata con dolore. 43 pensieri su “ Cicale. Agli aro...
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As that ash « The skin of the angels
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The skin of the angels. One final thing I have to do and then I’ll be free of the past. John ‘Scottie’ Ferguson. Near to fall my short life poor my faith Broken ash warm these days heavy mist Summer runs to the grey winter time Flowers die into dry barren meadows. July, 18th 2015. The Italian version is here. This entry was posted in poetry. Light to live →. One comment on “ As that ash. Come cenere Judy e Lyth. July 22, 2015 at 4:18 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. October 8, 2016.
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Each down is « The skin of the angels
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The skin of the angels. One final thing I have to do and then I’ll be free of the past. John ‘Scottie’ Ferguson. Everything is born dead as a recycling. Of old and past impulses and rhythms. Which swell and fade away, of the waves. That in a bigger one rest and then hide. Each dawn is a beginning that falls. In the night and each night rises from. A solstice to a solstice and goes on. Above I have a dark eddy of cold. And there a far infinite horizon. Where the sea dissolves all the black sky. You are co...
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Tartar « The skin of the angels
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The skin of the angels. One final thing I have to do and then I’ll be free of the past. John ‘Scottie’ Ferguson. On my heart there’s a tartar that settles. As the heat makes me seek while condenses. Stagnant vapours and clots. I ask to the wildflowers, to your eyes. June, 14th 2015. For the Italian version. This entry was posted in poetry. Each down is →. One comment on “ Tartar. Sedimenti Judy e Lyth. June 21, 2015 at 5:15 pm. 8230;] La versione inglese è qui […]. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Create a fr...
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Cicada two « The skin of the angels
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The skin of the angels. One final thing I have to do and then I’ll be free of the past. John ‘Scottie’ Ferguson. The deafening cicada noise booms. The heat that I avoid going into. The exedra, under wisteria shadows. The life that I escape dries me. Paranoia I see into myself:. I shun any chance to not be lost. In the air scorched powder dries up. Anywhere becomes torrid in the world. July, 1st 2015. That day, after almost seven hours, in my car, back to home. For the Italian verson. As that ash →. Luce ...
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Days of sand « The skin of the angels
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The skin of the angels. One final thing I have to do and then I’ll be free of the past. John ‘Scottie’ Ferguson. When I close my hands all the sand of. My days falls away from these poor fists. So the time’s wind catches my life. And throws it as unusual, old thing. Every night this my darkness returns,. Empty soul, evil’s thoughts, black wall due. To my worst, silly dreams and proud wills. Every night I’m alone with my hands. October, 12nd 2014. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. August 20, 2016.
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So high above the ground. Sunday, June 10, 2012. I've been incredibly busy lately,. And have had a lot on my mind. But the other day I ran across this song,. And I had a moment to stop,. And because I'm me,. I was drawn into thoughts of Much Ado About Nothing. Now don't think I'm just having a distinctly me moment. The song was actually intended to be this way,. But the title, Sigh No More. And a couple of the other lines). Comes from Much Ado About Nothing. And goes as such. Men were deceivers ever;.
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This web site is meant for family, friends, students, and colleagues. My hope is to keep in contact with all of these important people while I teach English. Through happenstance and some luck, plus a connection with and mentoring by a few friends, I am starting my ninth year teaching. Teaching English allows me to learn something new everyday, as well as share my language and culture with others. It's a difficult job to do well! I am currently an English Language Fellow in Mongolia.
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My Cyber . Cerebral . Matrix . Sunday, September 13, 2009. To be on my Tombstone. I will praise thee;. For I am fearfully and wonderfully made;. Marvelous are they works;. And that my soul knoweth right well. Are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them,. They are more in number than the sand:. When I awake, I am still with thee. Wednesday, August 6, 2008. Three generations of being called - I Grandma's Story. My grandmother had a true faith in God the Father, red...
