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Thursday, May 12, 2005
An empty world!
I woke as the sun came up. I sit at the window looking out on beauty. Not a sound, not a thought, no motivation, no energy. Time to be still and to listen
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquility, as it was written by William Wordsworth. So we have to pay attention to the silence, in these quiet hours, and try to hear our soul, to understand what is it whispering. Is it the map of our own solitude? Hear, and make a poem!
This is a comment about a comment, and I hope you understand exactly what I mean to say: between us there is a barrier: the language! Let's ignore it, me and my poor English, you and your mixed Italo-Portuguese-Spanish. What is really important, we cannot see with the eyes. It is sympathy, comunhão, friendship. And this, we do have.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquility, as it was written by William Wordsworth. So we have to pay attention to the silence, in these quiet hours, and try to hear our soul, to understand what is it whispering. Is it the map of our own solitude? Hear, and make a poem!
This is a comment about a comment, and I hope you understand exactly what I mean to say: between us there is a barrier: the language! Let's ignore it, me and my poor English, you and your mixed Italo-Portuguese-Spanish. What is really important, we cannot see with the eyes. It is sympathy, comunhão, friendship. And this, we do have.
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