I don t need money I need feelings words words wisely chosen flowers called thoughts roses called presences dreams living in trees songs which make statues dance stars whispering in the ears of lovers. I need poetry this magic burning heaviness of words
As I have already anticipated it will be my task to try to translate some poems from the complex and lyrical world of Alda Merini- shall I succeed in…
the dark side of being yourself till your place becomes a little space where you are an alien dreaming beyond the wall.- Some songs related to Merini's…
final part
part 3, when insanity is real , masked or counterfeit...
part2
neverending duality bordering insanity and consciusness (part 1)
a little poem, sleepless night, a bit of flux of consciusness
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