Nella sabbia del deserto il nostro passo è più pesante.
L’orizzonte non ha senso e pure il tempo si deforma.
Ogni uomo…anche piccino, da lontano è un gigante.
E come aria…nella clessidra, nulla resta di quell’orma.
Ogni duna dà speranza…quasi sempre disillusa;
e semmai è troppo erta, le si può girare attorno.
Se ciò avviene con frequenza, la dritta via si fa confusa.
Si attende notte…per le stelle, e si riparte…dopo il giorno. (a.g.)
Anonymous 12:37I have cut the heads off several setneprs, literally!I am a girl, not a boy, and I have pointed to the Emperor’s nakedness, all my lifeand got into deep scheit for it, to the point where I just shut up.But you know, we see what we seeand we know what is BS,so now I know, to keep on keeping on with what I am best at:pointing out the naked emperor,while all around me people oooooh and ahhhhhhand do ALL they canto shut me up and shut me down.Well, here I am!!!yoo hooo!! on AANGIRFANkindred spiritAny one read The Alchemist?The Soul of the World is Eternal….right hereand right now…One last questionCroetian families pulling strings????I long, really, to know your motivation, because I have read that the mother of Constantine, you know, the soldier who served with George of Palestine, was born in Croatia.What can you add, please?To me, this is IMPORTANT!
Really this written is not easy to understand. I pray you to speak in simple and correct english because that’s not my first language