Paola Degli Esposti

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I would like I would like singing a new song singing a new song. When the rain falls down, gently on the ground, wetting the dried grass, flowing on the course, dropping on the roads. I would like singing a new song, looking from the closed window and feeling like I am apart from the rest, the water and the wind, the sky and the stars, it is all more than I see. It is all above.
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Leaving the stage behind, forgetting the tricky light. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand. Forever faithful to the duty and the love. Looking for my star up there. Over there the silence may frighten. It is fear of the unknown, it is fear of the wrong way. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand, leaving the stage, leaving the stage behind. Goodbye.
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Where my fault is I surrender to love. Where my destiny lies the future comes next. Kites, demanding. Kites, demanding. It is up to slewing, maybe not, maybe yes. Eternity. Where my fault is the surrender comes. Chewly world, pretty world, real life is choral.
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Un deux trois, je ouvre la porte. Un deux trois quatorce, le monde le bas. Je ferme une finestre. Je ecoute toi, tres loin, c'est moi. Temps, je prendre le jour, je peins la vie, un peu de eau, un peu de l' heures. Je aime la nuit, je aime la bonne nuit. Je m'habillie et je marche. Plus ou moins. A pres de onze, Je arrive. Je viens, je viens a coute de l'arbre. Je suis enchantee, je cherche un peu de l'eau fraiche, Je trouve un point de rencontre.
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Verstehst du mich? Ich zeichne das Land, es gefallt mir sehr. Andere Glaube. Andere Kuchen, zu machen. Fur dich der Weg ist immer das selbe und ich sage dir das selbe. Verstehst du mich? Das sind unsere Worter. Verstehst du mich? Wir sind nicht allein in diesen Gedanke.
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Minstrel of my heart. Come along with me..with me. On the border of the road, people on its own, they wander in their glances, it is me that's demanding. Oh please, oh please, please the peace. Minstrel of my hands, come along with me, come along with me. No one knows what comes after, no one knows what the reasons are anymore. We are aware, we want to go on. All we know is, life is a value of the future. Minstrel, come along with me and sing a song.
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What comes tomorrow. I am going to serve you, the world is in a restart mode. The mood is invisible. Poetry leads the way for someone. I am going to serve the people. But people disappears. Crisis. Misunderstandings will take the scepter of division. May the change happen, instead. May the light of reason shines again. A lot is going to help that and I with you will be sustainable.Freedom.
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Back to the origin, to the origin, to the origin of love. At the beginning all is quiet, all is dependant from the good will of the others, so may it be so, forever. Forever it will be. So might it be as long as the infinitive word. Back to the origin, to the doubtful sequence of thoughts and may it be the peace for ever as long as the infinitive word.
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Anger go far away, stubborn, find your way, far off from here. We love to stay well, we love to feel well, we pray for the future whose the view is not in the real. We work for the uncertainty, we work for the start that is enough to lead the way, the brilliant way.
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Finally, I hear the melody of the little bird outside, the tweet is near my gentle heart. Peace. I listen to the whispers of the nature. The noise of the shoes upon the lying leaves. It is not a disturb, it is a thing that is done by everyone, by anyone, outside the window something happens like it did. And finally I hear the tweet. I hear the perfect melody. Peace. It is not a dream, it is what I have reached by myself. Finally I feel the offlimit, the backlash of my keens.
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Apple's syrup. A grey morning in a day of holiday. A parcel and a leaf of rosemary upon the windowsill. A passenger stops in front of my bush of pink roses. He looks around and he steals a blossom. Goodbye to a lazybone and to a dearest one! Apple's syrup and a token of compassion. It is a morning in a day of grey.
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Loving kettle, a cup of tea. Serendipity before Christmas. Home. It is the running Winter. It is a block of ice in the outside. Remember, the footsteps, the arcades in the days of Autumn. All is the same, except for the manifacture of some objects placed upon the banquets of a city or another one. Loving days.
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The seat upon the floor, the scent of a red rose. Say a word of trust, say a word of reprise. High hands towards a sky that cries tears. Say a word of a reprise, feed the hope, this is the only imperative I would like hearing in a chant of amazing voices. The feast is on. The feast is on. It will be okay!
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Tingling shadows, loneliness is a redundant vane. Smirks and glances, all in a crowded space. Severely whispered a chunk of wise speech. Tingling shadows.
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Vanity that does not take away, vanity that helps. Feminine vanity. I only say it to me. You are wonderful, indeed, you are magnificent, woman really. You are glorious, you are the right word, indeed. Vanity that does not take away. Heart that beats, eye that brights. I only say it to me. You are marvelous, you are a smile, everywhere you go. Woman really. You are yourself, indeed. Vanity, comfit pink.
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I sing a mistery, I sing a source of joy. Never to give up the day. Never to think of the border line. Singing the joy. Singing the joy. Pouring tears of joy. Because you are the eternal love. I sing the mistery. I sing the antirage.
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The moon does not come down. Let's life go by together. Expired photo novel. First undo your braids. Color your lips first! Then think of me, that I am there in front of you. Expired photo novel. You no longer believe that we can dare, really? Hope for more. Hope for more. With the hearts in our hands. With a look that wanders far away. Let's life go by together. And nothing more to struggle.
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May the world brighten you all, the kindness fights the uglyness of mind. Strong aim, the love between men and women can be. Togetherness brings the light of tomorrow and the pain fades away. After all, after all, I may be in peace with your heart. May it be.
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And always It is a matter of skin, a matter of pleased symmetry of forms, a matter of hairs, a matter of muscles. Being a divine sculpture. Being a graceful speaker. An intense electricity. An intense centripeter action. Around. No matter of time. No matter of place, the mind is abstracted, The game is surreal and all is a lost point in The Universe. Shine into my mind. Shine into my heart. I shall survive.
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Nevertheless I switch off the ideas, the dreams and the beauties! Throw away throw away throw away the sorrow as well.
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Paola Degli Esposti Biography

I have been amazed all my life about the beauty and complexity of the nature. I have spent most of my time in reading and reflecting about the mistery of the human existence. Although I have never released a book written by myself, I have started writing poems, comedies and novels since I was twelve years old. I commit myself in the writing through my mother language that is Italian and in English language. I worked as a secretary when I was 19 years old and for a long time in my native town and I am looking for peace in my mind and in the world. I am interested in the economy and in the global advocacy to subvert the tendency to the extreme poverty. I love family, home and the spirit of compassion. I had The Joy of becoming Mother twice of two splendid yomg women.)

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I Would Like

I would like I would like singing a new song singing a new song. When the rain falls down, gently on the ground, wetting the dried grass, flowing on the course, dropping on the roads. I would like singing a new song, looking from the closed window and feeling like I am apart from the rest, the water and the wind, the sky and the stars, it is all more than I see. It is all above.

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