Cosa ho pensato, fatto, visto, sentito, messaggi nella bottiglia, notizie, curiosità, cose inutili e necessarie, il mio piccolo mondo antico, dal 2005 al 2022. E soprattutto tanta musica, come colonna sonora ma anche come espressione di ciò che non sapevo, non volevo e soprattutto non potevo scrivere.
Dal 2023 mi trovate su Facebook (sono un boomer!) come FRANCESCO ZAIO.
mercoledì 25 dicembre 2013
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Words by W.H.Auden, affection mine."Beauty,midnight,vision dies:let the winds of dawn that blow softly around your dreaming head such a day of welcome show eye and knocking heart may bless, find our mortal world enough;noons of dryness find you fed by the involuntary powers, nights of insult let you pass watched by every human love". Just this. I'm sorry to intrude without any right to do it, but it will not happen again,I promise. Bye.
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Words by W.H.Auden, affection mine."Beauty,midnight,vision dies:let the winds of dawn that blow softly around your dreaming head such a day of welcome show eye and knocking heart may bless, find our mortal world enough;noons of dryness find you fed by the involuntary powers, nights of insult let you pass watched by every human love". Just this. I'm sorry to intrude without any right to do it, but it will not happen again,I promise. Bye.
The very last thing : my apologise for disagreeable comment on picture "sirene -13/12". You didn't deserve it.
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