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Sereno

O sweet love, sweet thorn, when I was
you gets to the heart, piano, and killed,
to lie abandoned in the grass, poor thing

soaked with tears and weeping of the rain in the evening, from
night mist gray days
which disperses the clouds into the light
between the singing of birds to the new sun - if I
, sweet love, sweet thorn,
thought then as acute anxiety,
even if you compensate for the oath, the
' happy hour can be left in the breast,
I would not be so quick to rush
sign at the bottom of who loved me so little.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sunset On Lochan na Achlaise (2) - pictures of Paul Cook Photography

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Creditori

try to speak in two minutes, while someone adjusts
the curtains on the windows
and friends are already on the stairs. There is always

short time when we have to deal with the dead.
And so I say to my mother to be patient - she
that close to dying,
still wants to know what it was like my dinner ...

John Raboni

the direction of light - photo by Maria Cecilia Camozzi Bozzani