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Don Quixote

Don Quixote (2024)  Ink drawing by  Maurizio Puglisi  "To think that the things of this life must always remain fixed in one point is to think in vain; in fact it seems that life goes in circles, I mean, come and go: spring follows summer, summer follows autumn, autumn follows winter, winter springs, and so time returns to revolve uninterruptedly; only human life runs to its end faster than the wind, without waiting to be renewed, if not in the other which has not boundaries that limit it." Miguel de Cervantes - Don Quixote of La Mancha inks , watercolor, on paper 200 g/m https://www.artfinder.com/products/don-quixote-afe99/

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Gli occhi del cuore


userò gli occhi del cuore,
per capire i tuoi segreti,
per capire cosa pensi,
nei tuoi primi piani intensi,

nei tuoi piani americani

così intensi e così italiani,

fatti un po' così a cazzo di cane

userò gli occhi del cuore
come fa un dottore cieco
quando che opera i pazienti
stanno tutti molto attenti



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Don Quixote

Don Quixote (2024)  Ink drawing by  Maurizio Puglisi  "To think that the things of this life must always remain fixed in one point is to think in vain; in fact it seems that life goes in circles, I mean, come and go: spring follows summer, summer follows autumn, autumn follows winter, winter springs, and so time returns to revolve uninterruptedly; only human life runs to its end faster than the wind, without waiting to be renewed, if not in the other which has not boundaries that limit it." Miguel de Cervantes - Don Quixote of La Mancha inks , watercolor, on paper 200 g/m https://www.artfinder.com/products/don-quixote-afe99/

Autumn Song

  Autumn Song (2023) Ink drawing by  Maurizio Puglisi   “ Autumn Song” by Paul Verlaine When a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn -song, My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hours toll deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go Where the winds know, Broken and brief, To and fro, As the winds blow A dead leaf . “Chanson d’automne” by Paul Verlaine, from Poèmes saturniens (1866) 

Phoenix rising

Phoenix rising watercolor and ink Maurizio Puglisi 2017 private collection USA