Light weak and uncertain you are a light that never dies sleep Carmelo life you can not live there

When asked who and what we are a wise old man replied: - We are the sum of everything that has happened before us, of everything that happened before our eyes, of everything that has been done. We every person, every thing, summer flowers whose existence has influenced us, or that our existence has influenced us everything that happens after that is not longer exist and what would not have happened if we had never existed. -
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To continue summer flowers the dialogue with Carmelo summer flowers Musumeci, now our companion on many pages of Cartesensibili, we publish some of his unpublished poems and we hope, as was the case previously, the authors begin our readers to practice a different way from the usual sending their texts participating a dialogue between it our here and there that, when Carmelo and other men living shadow, of which perhaps avoids too often of interest but where there are people, whose presence and dignity we should never forget and perhaps the voice poetry can reach beyond every barrier. We believe that the report helps to remove those too many cages through which avoids summer flowers reflect and at the end of the prison is what we build around.
Between ideal and real suffering in solitude try to know me. Through me try to know the time and space. In intimate suffering I create an alternate world as a need to overcome death and life surviving myself. Demand to see real ideal conditions dominates me me me destroys me win. The awareness to know to get to know me a fruit bitter unhappiness with no return.
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As the rain clouds mingles with the tears of my heart I hear the footsteps of my daughter inside me. Away from the day from the night life from death but from the inside near my little girl next to my barbel. Happy birthday.
* Spring 1999
Escape from life in an endless flight in a lifetime nothing more nothing less. In my heart there is too much freedom that my body can no longer have ... Wait a moment arrival sister death ...
Lost dead behind an armored think and live. I'm here but choked away free prisoner next to you ...
Light weak and uncertain you are a light that never dies sleep Carmelo life you can not live there because life is with you but I would like a caress to close my eyes to wait for the day that has passed ...
Corner of the world look at my soul full of stars ... Quiet despair observe life ... The memories come in memory and as a dying man die daily ... Life has lost my reality, with the chains of sadness that I leave all steps. It 's done. And 'the dawn. The anxieties of the dark of the night and smile at me. Goodbye life.
Nell 'boundless bitterness summer flowers of my heart and I face lot about myself ...
Fernanda Ferraresso
your passage is like the wind, you can hear everything your tumult, everything is there nothing is missing, heat, pain, passion, and kindness, with a fog that only you can stretch out, so that I can see an expanse of 'water through your eyes shine. I would do anything to drain, that expanse of "tears" are your ...