La morte, vita in fasce by Scudodiquercia, literature
Literature
La morte, vita in fasce
Morte è vita in fasce.
Odore di terra a pieni polmoni,
specchi d'acqua quà e là,
la terra si risveglia dopo un lungo letargo.
Semi da tempo dormienti si liberano
ed è vita.
Piccoli germogli verdi tra le pagliuzze,
tra le foglie morte a terra...
Fuori, con la pelle d'oca.
Viso al cielo
bagnato dalle poche gocce
attardatesi a donarsi alle zolle
di terreno smosso,
alle verdi foglie lucide e
agitate dalla fievole brezza
dopo un distruttivo temporale
d'uggioso aprile fatto di
vivaci pigolii e madri premurose.
La morte è vita in fasce.
Temporale e germogli.
In just about half an hour it's gonna be 2012 in Macedoniaaaaaaaaaaaa :D
Honestly, I don't want 2011 to go away, but that's it :)
Hope you spend a good time with your friends :D :heart:
I have a question for you guys: Did you use to watch Dragonball?
I like it a lot.... Actually it's the cartoon I grew up with and the only anime I like a looot! ^^'
If you're still interested in dragonball here's the link ^^
http://watch-dragonball.com/
This is a true story:
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "
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