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As written in the blog, I have enormous difficulty viewing my blog. This is a week that I can not see it ... could only post because I open the dashboard perfectly. From your comments I see that you managed to open it without difficulty. Many of you have told me that he recently had my own problems (apparently due to maintenance work on Blogger), but who managed to solve them. As I continue ... What can I do?

I do not want this situation lasts much longer, so I ask everyone of you to give me advice or tips to resolve this situation.

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Technical Problems II (words such as Red Cross) Red Cross nurses

's cold the skin without the arch of his warm embrace,
is dead skin.
I get used to the idea and I die every night.
Oh, the fantasies are icy daggers that pierce the night,
sleep, nightmares, silence ... the life and words, words
, soothe ...
Words ... Red Cross is that soothe the absence of pain.

soul bare, and so I offer it to the world and solitude
magnanimous smiles at me ...

The mouth is hiding like a frightened puppy.
The mouth, the mouth ... a time ...
a time not too far belonged to me ...
but now has grown and can no longer recognize.

Oh, repressing anger makes fun of me ...
even anger offends me! What a joke!

Everybody, everybody dreams of love.
Ah, for many it is a shade of deep red, red blood
that are difficult to grasp leaves ...
Oh, like butterflies in flight and escape via
no network ever comes in providential rescue!

Who has courage to realize the words?
How many have the courage to take risks, to play this game?
To try to say live and real and honest and courageous human
after all ... how many?
Oh, I'm afraid to answer this question ...
but the heart knows, and knows the heart bleeds ...

too dead, now dead to hope to become healthy ... Nor
Red Cross knows how to treat words, even
... no ...

May 2008

(not a real poem, but a collection of thoughts and considerations ...)

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(or the glory of the poet)

Words, words such as Red Cross nurses come to my rescue:
claim to transform the evil of '
soul in poetic beauty,
that they can not give love yearned
least give the fame, prestige and the fame of the poet.

The items I looked after by good nurse, administering
alphabet rhyme
and rent spacious white sheets of A4 paper to vent
the unhealthy disease of love,
otherwise repressed.

are recovering poetic!
I leave the hard work of rationality,
damaged employment.

Oh, words! Red Cross
diligent with their starched collars,
heal me?

The Red Cross, the Red Cross as
words will soothe my illness?

July 6, 2008

What To Say On Retirement Day

As Elizabeth

just felt right to let the sun set behind pastel.

I have never traced a path of steps walked.

I walked on the lawn wrapped in shadow,

a quite unreal, caressed by the troubled world of my heart.

I felt like Elizabeth ... but I'm not her.

rassomoglio I myself, am a creature of my own pen.

I walked alone in the garden,

between the old, withered cherry and olive trees;

huddled in my jacket ...

like a hug simulated.

I walked in circles a few minutes

sad

noting pleased and touched my loneliness.

The heart has cried, but who cares?

I lost my path of imaginary steps through the leaves;

the season is at dusk.

You are a lifetime away from me ... away, lost ...

looking for you behind the cherry conscious than ever, I'd never

appeared.

I walked in silence, alone with your spectrum.

breathed new quiet.

I deluded for a moment at Elizabeth rassomogliare ...

but this is my happy ending.

August 26, 2008

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(this is the poem I wrote which are linked at all: for the moment in which it was written - and especially what happened shortly after - for the position of feeling that expresses pathos, the appeal to the literary character I love most Elizabeth Bennet of Pride and Prejudice . These verses I wrote them last year during their stay in my house: after a walk in the garden in front of the house, I had the feeling, I found similarities with the special atmosphere that is perceived in the final of the movie with Keira Knightley the same light - although I was at dusk and dawn is in the film - the same sweet solitude, the same poem in the air ... and I found to believe that Elizabeth is very similar or at least at that juncture. But as we have seen: I had no happy ending ...)