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November 15th, 2006 (02:02 pm)

Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

Dante Alighieri

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July 19th, 2006 (08:45 pm)

Image di proprietà © Envision/Corbis
Modificata da GIo'

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July 18th, 2006 (11:39 pm)

what flavor pocky are you?

[c] sugardew

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July 6th, 2006 (11:53 am)

This is for my ITALIA TEAM Football


Thank You !!!


June 20th, 2006 (08:21 pm)

The future belongs to those 

who believe in the beauty of dreaming

-Eleanor Roosevelt-

TKS to inxsomniax and colorfilter

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notte senza sogni ad occhi chiusi

April 30th, 2006 (12:23 am)

Notte insonne...
E creo nuvole di colore sbiadito...
notte senza sogni ad occhi chiusi... 

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Appunti di viaggio

April 13th, 2006 (09:59 am)

current mood: artistic
current song: Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek

venerdì, 7 aprile 2006 

Fisso le luci lontane dal finestrino 
attraverso il riflesso 
di un uomo che si tocca il naso 
come per rassicurarsi che esiste 

Fixed the far lights from the window (of the train)
through the glare 
of a man who touches his nose 
like in order taking heart that he exists

lunedì, 10 aprile 2006 

Da piccola, spesso, in bagno,... 
mi incantavo ad osservare con ammirazione
il pulviscolo danzare nel 
raggio di luce che entrava dalla finestra... 
Credevo fermamente fossero folletti... 
così piccoli da non riuscire 
a scorgerne 
neppure il berretto... 
solo l'essenza... 


From small, often, in bath... 
I bewitched myself to observe with admiration 
the (pulviscolo) (in italian il like 'powder')  to dance 
in the light beam that entered from the window...  
I believed firmly were pixies...  
therefore small not to succeed 
to notice 
of not even the cap...  

only the essence... 

the spirit...

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