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Je ne comprends pas. You have to speak to me in some other way.
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The Lightning Strikes a Hundred Million Suns and Stars.
Just overwhelm me.
Worry not everything is sound. This is the safest place you've found.
Slowly the day breaks apart in our hands.
Something was bound to go right sometime today, All these broken pieces fit together to make a perfect picture of us.
It got cold and then dark so suddenly and rained, It rained so hard the two of us were the only thing, That we could see for miles and miles.
And in the middle of the flood I felt my worth, When you held onto me like I was your little life raft, Please know that you were mine as well.
~the occasional warm, sunny days in Italy in January and February.
~the European blackbirds are reputed by Italians to dread cold. When the winter sun shines brightly, however, it immediately perks up and acts as if it owned the world. But as soon as the cold returns, it huddles shivering and miserable.
by John Ciardi's, notes on Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy (Purgatory)
The mashup of who I am and who I'd be. The ideas that perpetrate through my dreaming. And the dreams of ideas half-formed and in wistful whirls of smoke and dust. The aspirations of greatness, and the grovelling on dirt.
And I write and I write and I write.
I refuse to wear ALL of them. But for FOUR weeks. I shall wear one. Every weekday.
It shall be done.
Om.
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