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The first time she came to me, I let her in my humble classroom with a smile. The students in the hallways crowded together at a safe distance; enough for a newcomer, but too much for a star. For her, it was like coming back to a good place, but something was slightly off… different. That different thing was the students, with their inquisitive faces, hardly knowing who she was, but knowing she was something important. Her long skirt silently brushed across the floor towards my open door. As her eyes scanned the room, I knew what she was thinking. I haven't changed, she thought. It was true; I hadn't changed. I studied her, now, and I knew

Safe Haven You left me in the darkness, never heard my scream the silence behind you, I was like a leaf drowning into a cold stream. I could have ask you to stay, just a little more but you left me to go looking some cruel shore. Sailed away, my sailor, you sailed away from me. To the East you went, to the sun and the sea. Not saying a word, my heart was hurted, as if it were attacked by a poisoned  sword Into your journey to the light, you´ll face the deepest night But when you´ll want to return, just know You´ll always have a safe haven in my heart.

Il nostro paradiso Vedo luci, acquose, d'una sfumatura Bruna…i tuoi occhi: bagliori nel buio di questa nostra notte; profumi, odori, che nascono, si intensificano inebriano le nostre narici. Intingono come oli queste lenzuola umide… respiri, t'affanni, perdi contro ciò che ancora, non conosci. Sento un calore diverso. Senti che ti trafigge e, continua,ancora fino alla fine… fino alla morte e fino al paradiso, quell'eden tanto atteso, ci appare nelle menti nei corpi. Come un fremito dirompente Ti riempie della sua essenza più pura E tu come me, versi la tua vita; su me in me…Inerme vengo colto da quella tua mano, come un

My voice is not of my own mouth, nor a feeble protest spoken appealingly to the air. My voice is the black and white ivory keys of the piano, pressed gingerly, reverent and unassuming. My voice is repeated softly on a thousand unknown lips, uttering these words as if they were prayers of healing. This voice, unlike the pounding voices spoken to a battered world, is passive, yet always hinting, like the insistent rain. This voice grows strong, its willowy notes dipping into someone else's dreams, and the occasional pause of the scribe at work, bent in understanding. In the silence my true voice is heard. Content,

Again Charles wakes up with her in his mind. He sighs and wishes this would end. At first this seemed ok, but then after that no she said 6 days ago, it just made him feel sad, even though everyone told Charles to continue fighting for her. But that doesn't end there Charles has tried to continue as one of her best friends but she avoids him, or vice versa. Charles's eyes started to fill with water, remembering that day on the loved one graduation day. He was partnering of a friend of hers, yes a stupid thing to do, this just made her mad. "But…" he thought, "Thank God I wasn't going to dance Waltz with her, it would just make us feel awkwar

Miranda blinked. "Who are you?" she asked.  "And what are you doing here?" "I'm waiting for the revolution," the figure said. "Seriously?" Miranda said.  "I'm here for milk." "Milk never changed a nation." "But, milk does a body good." "Knowing your choices, choose." She opted for milk.  The revolution didn't go anywhere.  She had cookies.

Midnight Starlight On the hill I sit with the dying oak tree Twilight Moonlight Twin breezes each side of me Looking over the darkened hill Nothing's moving, everything's still It was only a few hours ago That I watched the sun's setting glow And my only regret Is that I never saw that final sunset With you The sky was so pretty As alone I was sitting Watching the final sunset Now darkness surrounds Shadows on the ground It was my final sunset Crying Rising One replaces the other Flying Dying As the day dies, the night comes to life But tonight there's only a nightmare I've always wished I didn't care The stars and