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ad ogni cartolina vorrei esserti il bollo saltarti al collo rimanere tra i tuoi seni impiccato come un peccato una collana un tattuaggio
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il culo è un cuneo che spinge in alto all'anima
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il tunnel nuota nella luce #pittura fonetica #alberto sighele #poesia visiva #albertosighele #www.apoemaday.eu #visual poetry #phonetical painting
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il tunnel nuota nella luce
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che io abbia la tua soglia e le tue labbra #pittura fonetica #alberto sighele #poesia visiva #albertosighele apoemaday.eu
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che io abbia la tua soglia e le tue labbra
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la luce conduce al tutto
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il mare è un'onda che mi sostiene e vuole che da dentro me io risponda al mio male col bene
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il mare è un'onda che mi sostiene e vuole che da dentro me io risponda al mio male col bene
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essere se stessi adesso
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essere se stessi adesso
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“This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.”
— Dalai Lama
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heartbreak.
Starting a puzzle that initially just came out of the box is a bit overwhelming and daunting at first sight. The box contains a sea of pieces piled together like a sand pile that we slowly and diligently place together piece by piece in its’ fitting location. With each conversation, each hug, and every kiss; as you get to know someone, every piece comes to naturally fit and begin compliment each other like puzzles. What initially began as a couple of pieces that fit together from first dates gradually culminates with time, and just for a moment the puzzle looked finished.
Heartbreak is when the puzzle looks near complete, yet you suddenly realize that a couple of the pieces are missing. Perhaps they were never in the box in the first place or perhaps they went missing along the way, but the puzzle remains undone. You frantically search the box and the area around you to find the missing pieces, but it becomes a search for something that simply isn’t there. We must come to a resolute understanding that this was what the puzzle was meant to look like all along. There is no way to fill these holes and voids other than to scatter the puzzle, and truly once more give yourself the chance to love.
Namaste,
Forrest Curran
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il mare è un'onda che mi sostiene e vuole che da dentro me io risponda al mio male col bene
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se è questione di cuore il mare la cura con la conchiglia lo strizza lo attorciglia
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tutto il cielo è venuto nell'imbuto della mia coscienza #poesia visiva #albertosighele
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se è questione di cuore il mare la cura con la conchiglia lo strizza lo attorciglia
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