even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
.
patience, I think,
my species
.
keep testing the spiny leaves
.
the spiny heart
– Jane Hirshfield
even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
.
patience, I think,
my species
.
keep testing the spiny leaves
.
the spiny heart
– Jane Hirshfield
The change in movement thinking
Riscopriamo la bellezza della natura, camminando...
Another year, a decade or a lifetime - sooth your body eternally
Macro and micro opinions on humans, their culture, politics and science
Wanderings & observations
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Hype,Decoded.
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Information hygiene for the Covid-19 infodemic
Gorgeous.