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 ...)