Saturday, December 25, 2010

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Iris

meanwhile came a day when Mr. Anselmo, returning from a trip alone, so cold and received overwhelming welcome from his apartment as a scholar who rushed from his friends with the intention to marry the beautiful Iris. "IRIS" he said "I never want to live like that .... You were always my good friend and I have to tell you everything. I have a wife, otherwise life seems empty and meaningless. And who would I want to marry if you, my flower? you Iris? You will have many flowers that can be found, you will have the most beautiful gardens. Will you come with me? "Iris looked at him long and quietly in the eyes, smiled and blushed, and replied in a voice stops, "Anselmo, your question does not surprise me. I love you, although I never thought of becoming your wife. But see, my friend, I demand a lot from him that I must marry. I expect more than most women. You've offered some flowers and your intention was good. But I can live without flowers, and even without music, I could give up all this and much more, if necessary. But one thing I can not and I will never give up: I will never live for even a day without music in my heart for me is essential. If I have to live with a man, you have that his inner music is subtly agreements with mine, and he must have only one wish: that his music is pure and good that is interwoven with mine. You my friend, I'd be able to? Probably could not you increase your celebrity and win more honors, your house would be silent, and the wrinkles that for many years I see on your forehead should all be deleted. Alas, Anselmo, you can not. See, you're done with: you have to mark you always face new concerns, and what I think and you love him, of course, and find it beautiful, but you like the most is just a nice toy. Oh, listen well: everything is a toy for you, for me is life itself and should also be good for you, and everything to which you devote efforts and concern for me is a toy and does not deserve to be alive .- I will not change it more, Anselmo, because I live under a law that I have inside. But you would know to change? And you should change completely so that I can be your wife. "Anselmo said no more, hit by a will that he thought weak and playful. He stopped and pressed his hand carelessly in a flower excited that he had taken from the table. Then Iris's hand gently took the flower -he was impressed by the heart as a hard-reproach and suddenly gave him a bright smile and sweet, as if he had unexpectedly found a way out of the darkness. "I have an idea," he murmured, blushing. "The find bizarre, you will feel like a whim. But it is not a whim. Want to hear it? And you decide to accept that you and me? "Without understanding it, looked at the Anselmo Her friend, pale with anxiety. Her smile convinced him to trust and to assent. "I would give you a task," said Iris again become serious quickly. "Do you have the right" surrendered his friend. "Seriously," she continued, "and is the last word. Do you want to accept it as my soul is without question, even if the first did not understand?" Anselmo, I promise. And she said, as she stood up and gave him her hand: "You told me more than once to pronounce my name you hear to always recall something forgotten that had once been sacred and important to you. This is a sign , Anselmo, and that is what attracted you to me for all these years. I too believe that you have lost your soul and forgotten something important and sacred, something that needs to wake before you can find happiness and achieve what they're bound .- Farewell, Anselm! I give my hand and I ask you: 'Go and try to find something in my memory that you remember my name. On the day that you shall have found I am your wife, I'll come with you wherever you want and I will have no other desire than your ...
Hermann Hesse

Friday, December 24, 2010

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We loved the city


you loved in the city where the sun settles
roads languid pace where
a peace that rains early in the evening
the heart are not tired and do not regret
ambiguous turns to spring violets
far above the sky turned pale

Dino Campana

Thursday, December 23, 2010

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Abandonment

Flying six

escaped like a dove and you missed, there, to the east. But
have remained the places you saw
and hours of our meetings. Hours
deserted
places for me to become a tomb
which I guard.

Vincenzo Cardarelli

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

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Thursday, December 9, 2010

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winter

Let the sun after the snow
appear, and the clouds
turns red as slaves: the snow on the roofs
colorirĂ  a blush, cheek princess.

and rises a light breeze off the water, she had fallen asleep, sleepy voice with
shepherd
leave girls with shawls, blacks
flashing eyes, and suddenly
hasten tips from the air like
s'alzino birds in flight. And the young gypsy
ruby.
by Attilio Bertolucci Fires in November (1934)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

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country where the shadow

where the shadow goes on and the streets ristanno
among the flowers, remember
words and cries of man is probably a hoax. But always in the sky

usual haunt my tracks, my sun and trees
remote from the time fixed behind
turns. And always, even
that I have known the sweet secret
the dust still, among the flower beds,
m'indugio waiting for a face unspeakable
protrude from the sun.
Mario Luzi by A toast