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"poem"

Different strength

Nobody is perfect

I admit and accept

whoever conceals at heart

problems large and small bring home fear

as to not be part of a group of peers

to be different and feel outsiders

as one can not live that age has freely

because the circumstances did they grow too fast;
or maybe is just fear

someone to protect you sit in the four walls,

maybe he does not maliciously forced to keep

but it is worse: a stab in the chest!

Or maybe it's just lifelong terror

someone to tell you exactly who you are.

Yes, it's just quell'incombente dark shadow which is called truth

good because you know your limits and your chances

but you give up, do not by seeing

because it imparts is not nobody want this sad;

're so since childhood, I've always been

and will not change even though you c 'has proved

and those diseases

you used to call only noise

suddenly you mercilessly crush

but it's just a moment, then returns the false serenity

and conviction to be normal

now you're used to these thy evils;

you resigned to your fate simply

where everything is tinged inexorably Black

and comfort you thinking as you taught someone

that only death there is no remedy whatsoever.

Saturnia

Seasons

each of us through four seasons

which bear multiple emotions:
spring, summer, autumn, winter and

time in human nature as on.

The other first is not that youth,

so intense and unpredictable,

which together with the glorious summer we think

life is sweeter beauty.

As Aphrodite Anadiomene precious

of learning and discovering so horny,

radiant as the sun god Apollo: the sun
truncated view in the throat words.

But the unfortunate inevitable decline

come quick with the inexorable fall

and ends in dismal human winter

breaking each project and domestic needs.

So you see that hell is near,

that life flows unstoppable

vuinerabile very weak, and yes,

worn and bent from such a pain forever.

strength and beauty with love and pride

am not nothing but a crumpled sheet

and when death touches you kindly,

a tear runs through the face senile.

Saturnia

the country

My homeland, my home, my heart,

you I see so sore knees

and deep tears from your eye

hot springs and even impetuous.

not deny its glorious past,

not erase what has been;
looks back and cast a proud look

to posterity, your blood austere!

Raised my fall Italy

and dominates the world as you know,

raised my country sold!

Collect the immense forces that have,

roar sum absolute master

that in my heart will not die ever!

Saturnia

Father

Admira your masterpiece master

and laugh difficulties petrose

that the freshness of roses Tenri

you quench your thirst for eternitade

immune to time and gloomy Hades.

Lauda and the Holy Angels on

to be even in the darkest moments

envious de'la light of your star.

Saturnia