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....
When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there

Colui che è maestro nell'arte della vita
non distingue tra il suo lavoro ed il suo tempo libero
ma semplicemente persegue la sua visione dell'eccellenza
qualsiasi cosa stia facendo,
lasciando agli altri decidere,
se sta lavorando,
...o semplicemente giocando!

(msg n.37 http://blog.libero.it/ilgattodiNansen/ )

We never know we go when we are going -
We jest and shut the Door -
Fate - following - behind us bolts it -
And we accost no more -

(e.dickinson - 1523 )

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word;
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met;
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue;
And in the Heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
That follows the decline of day
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.

(byron)

O Tell Me the Truth About Love
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
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When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'mpicking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my shoes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will it's greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

(Wystan Hugh Auden)

(da "Il giovane Holden" di Jerome David Salinger citato da Mrs.Ramsay, http://blog.libero.it/alfaro/ )

il vento strappa gli uomini alla loro intimità,
rendendoli partecipi di un movimento irreale.

(Ombraluminosa in http://blog.libero.it/ombra/)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

(Louis Armstrong- What a wonderful world)