c'era una poesia che diceva (all'incirca), ad un certo punto"se esci a fare due passi, poi vuol dire che torni, vero?''e ce n'č un'altra che recita cosė (si chiama Love, essenziale titolo)Love means to learn to look at yourselfthe way one looks at distant thingsfor you are only one thing among many.And whoever sees that way heals his heart,without knowing it, from various ills -a bird and a tree say to him: Friend.Then he wants to use himself and thingsso that they stand in the glow of ripeness.It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:who serves best doesn't always understand.
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c'era una poesia che diceva (all'incirca), ad un certo punto"se esci a fare due passi, poi vuol dire che torni, vero?''e ce n'č un'altra che recita cosė (si chiama Love, essenziale titolo)Love means to learn to look at yourselfthe way one looks at distant thingsfor you are only one thing among many.And whoever sees that way heals his heart,without knowing it, from various ills -a bird and a tree say to him: Friend.Then he wants to use himself and thingsso that they stand in the glow of ripeness.It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:who serves best doesn't always understand.