Gulliver's Dream
April 10, 2016
"What is this?" Gulliver said, standing up in his dream a few steps from the precipice.
The beach down below was riddled with stranded logs and ropes from a wrecked ship.
"Answer by yourself." The creature voice was calm and hollow.
"It's a limit." He said.
"It's an edge." The voice still calm and hollow. "Living close to the edge makes your vi...
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Ben's Tale
May 20, 2015
The salty wind washes away every dust, but into the pores the desert stays.
No oasis I may hope to reach to.
Even the sea is still, dumb in the silence of gravestones.
Benjamin, Nigeria? - Italy 1986
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A class with a Master…
April 19, 2015
I shall see the beauty, before this moon turns new. Twice I'll watch her get shape, at first on the lagoon in front of me and then rosy on the painter's sheet. If I'll be cautious, I'll respect the silence, as too many words have been spent like these. And a lot, like these ones, in vain.
Yet, I already know, as I am a stubborn student and dumb,...
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