The fresh wind swept away the damp of the morning making to
relive the landscape illuminated by the colors coppered in the late
autumn. The stones that, every now and then they rolled along the
scarp, they upset the silence that at that time embraced the
mountains and the valleys of the outskirts.
Work Title: The Magic lodges in the World of the Dreams, 1999
The Magic lodges in the World of the Dreams, it is up to us to realize them.
Nicole took from the pocket a clasp with which it stopped the
brown curls that fell down for her shoulders, the sun it was already
tall and it began to be warm.
Not all the days are equal, but to wake up him under a blue
star is not certain a thing that understands every day.
I made some footstep toward that something that I perceived as a
presence groping in the torrential rain and in the more and more
dense dark. I believe to have lost the senses for some instant, when
I returned in me, I realized to have fallen in a hole, with an acute
pain that, from the ankle, saliva on actually to the most slender
nervous fiber of my brain.
The horse Anglo-Arab-Sardinian is being successful, unfortunately
I don't love to bet, in remuneration I like to go horseback
riding... at least when he agrees.
I could finally see the hole in which I had fallen, it was
not particularly deep and if I had also had the other healthy leg,
would have been a game from boys to go out out of it, to race to the
car and to return to the reassuring civilization of my grey, but
deprived world of surprises.
The subject of the sketch is taken back by a work realized in black and white by Albrecht Dürer
(dimensions in centimeters 42,1 x 30,3), around 1514.
Sketch devoted Albrecht Dürer to the works: a sheet of paper is only a piece of paper,
can be also, but if someone paints us above or it realizes some incisions can become anything.
In every of us different aspects exist: certain times we have the
ability to make to emerge our part better other times we don't
succeed there. Image used in a story of Fantasy of Maria Lidia
Petrulli. 4526: The Legend of the Gemmated Disk.
The unforeseen event and the legend can arrive anywhere, also in a rational and remote spatial base.
Light? Sooner or later I will beat on the wall, this is not light, perhaps faint light!
A game of lights and shades, even if artificial can give the impression of the volumes of the figure.
This way our western culture, with his lights and his dark periods can be read by different anglings.
Subjective parameters, artificial that however they return to us the impression of completeness
in their subjective interpretation.
When the World goes for its facts... you choose a relaxing small corner and it waits what I am gotten tired.
If then get tired first You, will have only to race a little bit for reaching it!
The gemmated Disk has gone destroyed, I found a fragment of it but,
if he won't be recomposed, the Magic won't live anymore the worlds of the man and these
it will complete his own downfall.
When one is tired to kiss it is better that partner changes... could fall asleep on the most beautiful!
The Kiss has inspired for a long time many artists;
who as Francis Ciusa has known how to return his ancient intimate vein to this simple gesture and who as Klimt ...
Minds without irony the wind them away (the wind disperses brains without irony) (Fonte)
You cannot choose the country where to born,
You cannot choose the color of your skin, You cannot choose the relatives, but You can choose the friends.
Living means to choose, to decide what to do, every day. (Fonte)
The injustice weapon the future for other injustices.
Anyone committing an injustice is also guilty of all the future injustices that by these will be generated.
All wars feed on lies and kills all truth. (Fonte)
Quotes on peace
Who loves the war, he has not seen her in face. (Erasmus from Rotterdam)
The path for the peace is the peace. (M. K. Gandhi)
An eye for an eye, and the world becomes blind. (Mahatma Gandhi)
The truth and non-violence are as old as the mountains. (M. K. Gandhi)
There was never a good war, or a bad peace. (B. Franklin)
All wars are follies, very expensive and very mischievous ones. (Benjamin Franklin)
Tantra
The ability to recognize the good and right, the desire to choose it and the ability to defend it.
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