POETRY AND NIGHT

Came the first winter or maybe the first summer.Arrived and changed the giant primate.He grew up paripasso of civilization with war,so for the first time appeared on earth peace.But everything is cyclical and everything is motion,time an illusion, space vacuum.The knowledge was hidden and the illusion was distributedcame the utopian freedom, a lie infinite.So with all this also came the cry,and so continued until the end of time.








Living is hard, life is beautiful.In the midst of this horror and beauty,proceedings where there is the freshness.Fraschezza of being alive, fresh and natural,in the middle of a caress so bad for everyone.Over time you learn and s'incassan shotsmaybe this is life, her many faces.So hard, so hard,so immensely beautiful, so ... kind.So many things to do in so little timeso much evil in this world but there is the content.The nurse's smile, the happiness of marginalization,there is getting worse and that's created.Living is hard, life is beautiful,this is live, but it is also that.









Donna, there is no best thing.Inside each is a mystery, a cave to explore,each with its own veil, a star to behold.So close to man, and yet so far,with her maternal instincts, she dreams of every infantryman.Even otherwise difficult to commend to misunderstanding,still difficult to subdue by force of reason.Women that without it there is no difference,woman who without it would be only one shortcoming.So beautiful outside, so strong in,the man without it would be an extinguished fire.Woman who is a mother, a woman who makes her father,woman raising children, a woman who does not fall.Woman as it is, just as we want,Women in our dreams of a woman we want.Women sometimes victim, a woman who knows how to fight,woman because woman, only woman to worship.











Darkness falls each day and it gets at night,The silence you can hear the wind accompanied by a symphony as natural as wonderful, the predator hunt, night birds as well, the silver moon tinged the ground and thanked each tree.Thus cyclical and mysterious, as guardian, as mistress, just a little bit of snow can complement the mutation.As a night shift, night with his speech, Councillor night and night queen.Venture to places where no man if you do not understand and adore the night with his magneficenza.So as the day reveal all that we may see at night and hides there to be discovered.Queen of peace, mother of the rest, gives us every day a different treasure, surrounded by darkness, protected by secrecy.You are so mysterious, frightening her so, she tickles the collective imagination, she is mistress of her time, her silence and with the wind.Night.