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Si sta come d’atunno sugli alberi le foglie

Si sta come d’atunno
sugli alberi le foglie
- Ungaretti -
mistery
Without mystery, life would be-unbreatheable

VIVERE UNA SOLA VITA
in una sola città ,
in un solo paese,
in un solo universo,
vivere in un solo mondo
è prigione.
Conoscere una sola lingua
un solo lavoro
un solo costume
una sola civiltÃ
conoscere una sola logica
è prigione.
- Nhindo -
No man is an island
No man is an island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee. -- John Donne