A Poem by Stefania about Precious gems abandoned and rejected
Happy Birthday, Seashell!
Auguri vivissimi per il tuo capodanno! Tanti baci e abbracci tenerissimi.
May this year bring you many blessings.
Thank you very much for sharing yourself.
“God placed the great diversity of shells on Earth so that mankind, in admiring their beauty, would more fully appreciate his sublime glory.” – Filippo Buonanni (he had a thing for seashells)
Dustbin rue de Sèvres
At the heart of the 7th district
In a pretty little courtyard
There is a royal and posh dustbin
As every morning, an eccentric, someone who has been let down by life
Delivers a stunning and non recyclable waste
Which finds its acolytes indeed.
Second hand or brand new books, even old editions
Heaps of philosophy, poetry and history
The quadrivium subjects are not supposed to bring happiness in nowadays society
Seeing my studies in the waste stirs a weird feeling
Precious gems abandoned and rejected
But also a childlike curiosity to find an unexpected morning sweet treat
As the essence, the absolute is untainted even in the waste
In this society
Can be found in this unutterable place.
I have found
The Kreuzer sonata
The life of Stalin, Kupka the visionary
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