She retrieves rhythms from the air. And she plays with words and sounds and dances with darkness and light. As if she were merely a vessel…She likes best the ones that come to her mysteriously, in moments of utter silence, of thought, of mind, like a mystic placing echoes on her lips, like the urgency of a poem that must be freed, that must be written, that must come to life.


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  1. Reblogged this on una tentazi one and commented:
    So so so in love with this piece…words resonating deep and true…finding home in my heart. Grazie to Sir Morose for allowing me to share … for penning his gorgeous thoughts for us to enjoy! Hugs, Bxxx


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