Category: Attic
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III
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MediterraneanAncient Sea,From how many shores have I admired you!With how many eyes have I loved you!Today, you are an infinityof frightened intimacy,a black seaof pleading arms and eyes.At every landing,you promise us a new journey,a paradise of white beaches,another happy islandvanished from the nautical charts,a humanity healedfor us, children of…
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Clarastrasse 10
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Unaware of the storyI cross the glass door Of a quiet Saturday afternoon, When you take my hands And guide me to the library of Babel.In the hexagonal roomA Horezu plate restsOn a Persian carpet,A Venetian maskWatches over the bookshelf.We gather around the table,And time stands still,As the brewery’s hum…
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Sperlonga
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When things went really bad, Giancarlo would return to Sperlonga for a few days.It was his way of reconnecting with his inner self. His spirit, both romantic and melancholic, came alive in contact with those places that evoked what he loved to call “strong reminiscences.” He always followed the same…
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Cracks of beauty
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Forget your perfect offeringThere is a crack, a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in“Anthem” by Leonard Cohen, The Future It took me some time to truly grasp the concept of vulnerability and recognize its importance. Brené Brown’s 2010 TEDx talk, “The Power of Vulnerability,” one of the most…
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When you arrivedin your suitcase you carriedyour father’s tearsand your mother’s embrace.Sweet hopes,innocent dreams;summer sunsetsand autumn rains.Winter surprised you,you gazed confused at the skywhile immense shipsabandoned the portof your heart.”At night I discoveredmen and womendream alone,chasing a reasonto start over.”And now your soulseeks the caresses of the windawaits the end…
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For the first time
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She walked away from the blue chamber,on the floor, delicate petals danced upon sharp stones. Quickly she reached the door, into the darkness embrace.In her hands, she held a promise,within an empty candy box’s hollow,and a ticket, her gateway to a summer’s spell.Determination through her veins,amidst a symphony of hushed…
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Epiphanies that linger with us forever.
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We are a living tapestry, intricately woven from special moments and encounters, each one imprinting colors, textures, and sensations that define our identities and guide our thoughts. Their significance does not rest in their grandeur or extravagance but in the emotions they awaken and the transformations they inspire within us.…