Un concerto per l'anima
Di solito sono frasi brevi ed incisive. Se possibile vi è sia l’autore che l’opera, ma spesso soprattutto l’opera manca in quanto derivano da riferimenti vari.
Sono frasi singole o interi paragrafi che mi hanno particolarmente colpito e che cito per invogliarvi alla lettura di quel particolare libro o autore.
Sono le “mie” preferite, le mie linee guida, quelle che sento parte di me e del mio essere “Lio”. Ovviamente è solo opinione personale.
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My life closed twice before it’s close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Italian version HERE
How many masks wear we, and undermasks,
Upon our countenance of soul, and when,
If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,
Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?
The true mask feels no inside to the mask
But looks out of the mask by co-masked eyes.
Whatever ...
You are no longer young,
Nor are you very old.
There are homes where those belong.
You know you do not fit
When you observe the cold
Stares of those who sit
In bath-chairs or the park
(A stick, then, at their side)
Or find yourself in the dark
And ...
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t ...
Far away, far away,
Far away from here…
There is no worry after joy
Or away from fear
Far away from here.
Her lips were not very red,
Not her hair quite gold.
Her hands played with rings.
She did not let me hold
Her hands playing with gold.
She ...
I visited the place where we last met.
Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended,
The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;
There was no sign that anything had ended
And nothing to instruct me to forget.
The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,
Singing an ecstasy I ...