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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/

A quelli che piangono per i tramonti bellissimi perché ci leggono le risposte di chi non risponde più.

A chi non ti ha aspettato quando sembravi non tornare,
a chi ti ha detto quel no che ti ha liberato,
a chi se ne andata e non si è più voltata,
a chi non ti ha trattenuto perche non servivi più ,
a chi ha non avuto comprensione  quando l’avevi tu,
a chi si é non accorta che di tutto mi ero accorto.
Grazie.

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