Isabella di Morra_ From a high mountain where you can see the sea_III
III. The sea flows from a high mountain (looking at the sea from a high mountain) D’un alto monte onde si scorge il mare miro sovente io, your daughter Isabella, if any wood smeared in that appears, ...
Isabella of Morra (1521-1525) 13 Rime_The proud assaults of cruel luck, I
I. I fieri asalti di crudel fortuna I fieri assalti di crudel Fortuna (the attacks of cruel fate) I write crying, it's in my green age; me who are so vile and horrid contrate ...
Portrait_an old man
An old man with icy hair brought me four sunflowers. But he wanted to caress my cheek in return. I jumped a little and hid behind the four sunflowers. Der alte Mann mit dem Eishaaar wurde mürrisch und zückte ein kleines Ge ...
43 nevermore
So I'm trying to be that typewriter, until the last moment, I still have work for a few weeks, Thank God. I'm trying to convince myself, that there is only writing, and as soon as I fall away and look around at my life ...
