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'The Crocadile'
By: Lewis Carol (1832-1898)
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
‘magia
del vento’
nella
magia dei flussi di vento
la
traccia dello spazio dell'amore infiniti percorsi
di un abbraccio tempestivo
There should be no clouding of thought between the Universe as the containment of self and the infinitesimal freedom of choice.
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