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"Prima o poi tutti i nodi vengono al pettine"

thought it was just a saying.
One of those stories that you tell when you're small.
But it happens. It happens.

nodes can arrive all at once or gradually. A day like any other.
And then the scallop, as it passes between his teeth, long hair, at some point it stops, as blocked.
A node.
A problem to be solved. Another
.
A skein to unravel. A
more.
A riddle to solve.

say " Cabbages were not stories." All the "I told " are finally clean and clear.

"If you sit along the river bank to wait, sooner or later you'll pass the corpse of your enemy."

And slowly it is as if everything was awake from the torpor. Finally
.

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Hello everyone!

The blog has moved to re- http://www.leggendapersonale.splinder.com

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Why is it important to be a team.

It ottongono wonderful results ..

I am moved ... Hand clapping and the smiles of all.

Their happiness makes me happy, infinitely.

Thanks for believing in me. It 's the best gift ....

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MALINCONIA

Every time I remove the bookmark from the novel I was reading, a strange feeling comes over me. As if all the hours people were part of me.
And every time I want to remind them I'll just take that book still in his hands and breathing in the scent ..

I want to write ...

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LIBERA ESPRESSIONE DI SE STESSI E DEL PROPRIO INGENIO

It 's a strange world ... always fascinated me, and yet, every time, manages to disappoint me a little more.

It 's a world of sad people, that something is missing.

But I keep walking. A hard working "only" for a smile more.

In our hands there is all the infinite power of the mind. It would be nice to put it always at hand, with truth, honesty, joy and serenity. Having fun and embracing all that surrounds us, not to be alone up there. Height more generous but most despicable of all, if the infinite power of the mind we hide it and there we keep for ourselves.

Occasionally, however, is a struggle against the windmills ... deaf, blind and dumb.

And the scariest thing of all is not to see, is not heard ... you have nothing to say.

Now ?....

To see, hear, and say you must have a purpose, a mission for everyone. To save the beauty. To retrieve the smiles and make them fly high. To return each year to sing like the swallows.

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Fortunata



Having seen and heard millions of voices on television that tell of profanity, blood, fighting, guns pointed, arrests, a ban on free expression ... after seeing all this ... I looked at my life.

There is everything and a lot more than I ever dared hope.


And I feel happy. Joyful. Free .

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The last night is filled

nostalgia

stolen in a frenzy of images and memories piled

without any magic.

Last night

rushing time, we

a moment to steal a kiss

and grab a piece of heaven.

Last night

the hot summer wind

with sadness envelops us.

On the lips, even salt,

the ocean, already pale memory.

Last night

under these stars that touch the mind

together make promises that

forget to keep.

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Chasing the wind




I tried to translate words in silence.

spent a lifetime chasing the wind.
My only food that fills the air

this time off.
My only home, immaculately

page on which
give my complaint.
I locked up the existence of
dense lines of pain
pregnant,
imprisoned in the gloomy soul afflicted

essence of a faded ink.
busily painting a dream
to fill the void ...
I forgot to exist.

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Voglia di viaggiare

All leave should come

They share

browsing

observe

Colors

Sounds

Culture

Cathedrals

Roads

Visi

Occhi

Il rumore lontano del vento che vuole spingermi a partire

Vorrei ascoltarlo con tutto il mio cuore

Ma... c'è sempre un "ma"

E lega

Tanto

Troppo

Ma partirò

Non oggi

Ma sicuro partirò

per perdermi ancora in un NuovoMondo

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Scolari



Two pupils,
hand in hand,
forward plan;
from before the eyes
stands, severely
the austere building that
forgierà their minds.
have good eyes, full of childlike innocence
,
and proud of souls ready to do anything
to reach a goal.
They walk timidly
but without any fear;
know that their fate is not
yet been written.
I followed them, in the shadow of days

wasted and thrown ambitions.
I observe them, mesmerized,
with tired eyes;

irresistible desire to grasp those folders full of idle thoughts

lolling on shoulders
not yet sprung.
They climb the stairs,
I can not follow them,
the time is over for me
of hours spent on heavy volumes,

ignoring the words and inventing illusions ...
I stop at the foot of this staircase
;
entry into the world of tomorrow
for me is now prohibited.
will stay here, anxiously awaiting
a distracted child
lose the heavy burden

lying on his back in the balance. Only then will tend
hands

ready to pick up the pieces of dreams not yet in vain.

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Muto silence




I used to wield a pen like a deadly weapon, and with it

writing to vent anger and resentment
of pain on a piece of paper.
Fors'Egli
me punished for the ardor of my silent voice.
I can not explain otherwise

because the heart has exhausted all the words!
Melancholy, once
made me invincible. His company
devastating
filled the void of magic;
seized it with a
pen to transform it into thoughts
and not risk losing it ...
Now I know the immense loneliness.
E 'mute silence.
Clear the air where I left my complaint
free.
hands, cold, swinging in the air, clutching a weapon
powerless.
mouth, dry,
opens without a sound. I lived through

only fragments of a soul
printed in black and white over time. Now we have only

nothing more bleak.
The Muse does not speak.
My World is off.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

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Men only (unpublished)



Sometimes they are not words.
hands are empty,
outstretched in the air, hungry,
anxiously waiting to be filled with inspiration that allows

to free themselves, and to impart the
soul forever

eagerly filling a canvas, or a piece of paper.
In those moments of gloomy silence,

when all that remains is a silent cry inside, then we cease to believe

to be poets, artists, or writers.
And there are only single men.
fingers, crushed,
grab anything.
Sometimes they are not words.
The mind loses its power and remains only
pain,
without possibility of release.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

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Black Love (unpublished)



I was nothing, by your side
and now, without you beside me, life seems

a huge mistake.


was a love created by tears,
by blind hatred,
from nights of passion red. It was a love


deprivation,
of violent slaps, kisses in the dark
shouted.


was a love of words unspoken,

rape of bodies and blood hug.

I had no name, nor a heart
,
only "your woman",
locked in a prison.

Suppressed by a black love
were my sweet protector,
and then an icy murderess,
were hell and heaven.

I was the shadow of a man who
me all it took.
And now, alone,
are not either.

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I tried to grasp the infinite (unpublished)

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I tried to grasp the infinite.

I found myself with icy wind

between the fingers.

Amid the gray crowd

- that spot dirty, angry - I wanted

find a face that could give me comfort.

Everywhere

dreamed a glow in the dark

a beacon to guide me elsewhere ...

Exhausted, I lay on the white beach

.

I heard the sighs of the sea;

me spoke of distant worlds:

I had ever imagined.

The wind

as a lament,

silently led me

your sweet voice.

Beyond the horizon,

across the world, I

turned his eye,

and there, I found you.

An ocean - or perhaps a divine tears? -

denies us embrace

long desired.

Your face I've ever touched;

but your eyes know,

is what I always dreamed of ...

you, longed for that sun!

These words are my caress.

Imprimile in your heart, vast as the sea

you love watching ...

Delicata

girl who lives in nothing

collect my tears,

dissolve the anger that burns you ...

Accept my distant

- ma non vano! - amore,

e abbatti il tuo dolore.

Tu sei il mio cielo.

E il solo tuo pensiero

mi fa sentire

d'avere l'infinito

tra le mie dita.

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I have no heart (unpublished )



I have no heart
and I am proud of it -
If I had one -
Life would be misery!

My chest is just an empty shell.
And I don't care
if my body is cold -
I am already dead -
Don't you know?

I cannot love,
rage, I have never met,
I ignore the pain.
But I do not live in vain!

I can walk
and scream
and talk, it still works
,
this forgotten soul!

I dream of living
na
world made of ice.
Only there,

Where the sun does not shine, my angry mind

an illusion of peace
Would finally find.
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Translation


do not have heart and I'm proud -
If I had one -
Life would be misery!

Breast

is only an empty shell.


And I do not care if the body is cold -
are already dead -
Do not you know?

I do not know what love is,
grudge, I never met him, I do not know
pain.
But I do not live in vain!

I can walk,
and scream, and talk
,
still exists,
forgotten soul!


dream of living in a world of ice.
Only in that place where the sun never shines
, the
my furious mind

an illusion of peace would last.

Braziliam Post Partum Girdle

There's a ship on the horizon (unpublished)



There's a ship on the horizon, there
,
where the sun is dying. Who knows where it will

... His goal, though
unknown
appears to me the only salvation.
I look back,
the night falls,
his stony silence, yes
essential
reminds me of home.
The moon - my friend! -

already smiling at me with melancholy.
This is my place.
Anchored to the ground,
stops,
enveloped by darkness.
At sea, far away, my dream cast
compartment.
ships no longer sail.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

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Go away (unpublished)




not have ever dreamed of flying away, away?
Make love for hours and hours

regardless

of life that moves and breaks the spell? Constantly screaming

and release resentment
forced to choke?
Embracing the moon every night


caresses our love and become one with it ...
There is nothing to fear, we could escape
,
two secret lovers,
a black cloak protects us ... The next morning we

surprise there,

in that place where the plant turns
in a clear ocean, where every complaint

becomes the grain
's a white sand,
on which our tired bodies
can finally rest
and find peace.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

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Woman and Moon


I'm not a breast
nursing
the fruit of her womb. Not

are weak and delicate flesh,
born to be touched.
are no smiles in that gray days

shines on my face. I'm not laughing


that fills the air when the sky gets dark and apparently
lost hope.
I'm not the creature who cries and despairs

if the world does not accept it.
I'm not the snake that tempts you
, seductive, and he hurts you with poison

light hidden in the body. Not only is this
.

but I'm a blue moon shining
melancholy
but delightful.
shines with reflected light,

donated by a sun that rules the world. Only in darkness

I lie awake ...
A inventing dreams
to build tomorrow,
to rock gently
the man who falls asleep.
Unaware he closes his eyes and does not know

my light that shines with power.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

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Passion (unpublished)

I spent a night
passion.

the morning all that remains is a grim pallor

and a mind without color.
From your skin has already disappeared

my smell.
In my heart your memory

burns without shame.

You broke my silence, my
touched every corner,
want all my moaning ...
But you have not been able to look inside

to this body but still immature
so old inside.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

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And here I am, to start all over again from the beginning. For various reasons I decided to quit my
old blog (which I have not intention to delete) and start writing again in this new space.
I am Eleanor. A girl like many others, maybe not.
am a novice writer. I hope to become a "real" writer.
I have never particularly loved the presentations. This is why from now on to minimize talk and I will let my poems and my texts to speak for me.

Since this is my first post on this blog, let me share with you a poem to which they are most fond of. With this text, entitled "Come find me, 'I won my first writing contest and published my first book, a collection of poems the same title .

Come find me: I was there


where it ends the day and the moon reigns.

I find

where silence reigns and does not recognize color;
beyond the fog thickens.

will walk to a dead end, where the sounds are heard

and the light never shines;
the edge of the world.

recognize me
following the bitterness of my tears
intense smell,
certainly not an off-beats of the heart.

Over there you'll find, O Lord, the soul
vagante e smarrito,
il corpo ormai lacerato,
della figlia che hai dimenticato.

Vieni a cercarmi:
perduta ancor non sono!
Sospesa tra luce e morte,
delle tue calde parole
voglio udire il dolce suono.

Vieni a liberarmi!
In esto luogo troppo ho vissuto,
la prova è finita!
E io ancora sono viva!

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Emozioni uniche..

Una magia infinita

Grida, sospiri, mani al cielo,

abbracci, baci rubati, mani intrecciate,

salti al ritmo dei battiti del cuore.

E poi le note di una canzone che non avevo mai sentito..

.. mille voci che cantavano all'unisono.

Le lenti a contatto sono affogate nella commozione di un attimo infinito.

Il finale perfetto. Noi abbracciati ai nostri amici più cari.

Sorrisi intrisi d'affetto. Veri, sinceri.

Among a blow that I take and I give a blow from a friend and I lose a friend that if I fall once when I fall and floor, there m'alzerò

that there now I've learned to never stop dreaming

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RAIN I'M TO REMOVE THE THIRST ... ... ... AND EXIT THE SUN TO DRY WELL ... THE WIND WILL ... To be able caresses ... BUT IF YOU WANT ... IF YOU WANT ... BETWEEN MUD AND SNOW, MUD AND SNOW go mad!

words for us.

you and me endlessly intertwined.

Your breath in mine, your lips warm energy, happiness.

Everything is gone. As if we were just us.

Pau we devoted one of "our" songs.

Together, the life you know you are good as is, but it burns in the veins and living together is a thrill a cure serenity and courage, fear and adventure, to live together, together, together, together ... to you.

And everything is so perfect ..

It 's like your hands would have taken me in,

in my chest,

disorientated,

push into the most beautiful of all the thoughts,

jack hand ..

.. together we jumped in the air ..

and we ended up

not worry 'nothing

and' life that only comes into

the fire that burns your blood

and that 'the soul

Can' does not even like the world

or maybe he does not like you

however this is' another story

this and 'Hemingway

E abbiamo fatto un patto.

Con i nostri sguardi,

senza parole,

solo i tuoi nei miei.

E seguiremo alla lettera la più bella delle dediche..

Pace amore e GIOIA INFINITA…

Grazie amore mio per il regalo più bello di tutti..

.. noi..

.. I abandon you and if you cure '

Medicine as we do not invent ever

we are members

I'll give you all my love

Six same as me but no

you are like me in every atom.