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— Italo Calvino

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“Mi fermai, battei le palpebre: non capivo niente. Niente, niente del tutto: non capivo le ragioni delle cose, degli uomini, era tutto senza senso, assurdo. E mi misi a ridere.”
— Italo Calvino
be careful
of your heart star-studded giddier than a razor yellow still not knowing anything stuck in exile already steamed-up ascending life— that sad cemeteried zone like nostalgia for Ancient Egypt or ladle slap
you were subtle, asking holding such an egg getting cold
this is a law in love— you want everything that I may ascend into the sky
the polar bear swims into something with dominion unconscious almost incurable
reality hasn’t become ordinary again
maybe still over there— on the left side of the garden one’s time and one’s existence
a matinee carrying me away maybe a fraction fair fountain
seed text: The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch; art by Ffîon
“Attenti ai sopravvissuti alle tempeste perché sono diventati uragano, non li tocca più niente.”
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Quel che era del giorno
Quando tutto questo sarà finito voglio fare il giro del mondo.
Moscow 🎄
La cura per me è sempre stata andare via.
(Gerald Daja)
Ma non vi viene voglia di impiccarvi con le lucine di natale? Così per farlo con stile, natalizio.
Ci si adatta si, ma non si guarisce, mai.