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03/08/2025

March 8th...
And yet I want to
celebrate men,
those who don't need
to give a spring of mimosa
to feel like real men
because they,
respect women every day.
Those men
who protect women,
take care of them and
don't use them.
Those who want women
by their side
as companions, friends, lovers,
who don't hurt
and who know how to apologize.
Those men
who know how to give presence
and who love to undress a woman,
but not only of her clothes,
who know how to take care of
her feelings,
her tears, her fears.
I want to celebrate every man
who knows how to put his heart
next to that of a woman
without shame, with humility,
who doesn't know the word violence
be it physical or,
worse, psychological,
who doesn't need
to demonstrate his virility.
I want to dedicate this day
to all the gentle men,
who, every time,
know how to touch a woman
with sweetness and who
know how to truly love
and not just with words.
To real men.
I want to give, celebrate, toast
in honor of all those men
who make their woman feel
unique and special and not only in bed,
who don't wash their conscience
by giving flowers but give gestures
and smiles to keep in the heart.
I want to celebrate
all the men and women
who know how to hold hands
and who together fight to
build a better world.
I would like this day
not to be just
a spring of mimosa
destined to wither...
tomorrow.

- Rita Armezzani- ....🌹

Happy "women's day" ❤️
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03/08/2025

Happy Women’s Day!

May you always be
that brave woman,
the one who never stops,
not even in the face of the worst of storms.
The one who knows herself better than anyone else
and doesn't care about what others think.
May you always be
the master of your life
and that, if the world abandons you, you always find company.
May you never change your way of being
just to please others
and if one day you decide to hide,
may happiness always find you
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03/05/2025

What an enigma life is.
We look at the past regretting it,
we dream of the future fantasizing
and in the meantime we do not appreciate
what we have.
So, without realizing it,
while life flows
and fantasy chases itself,
we lose what really matters:
the present.

~ G.Stella ~
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03/02/2025

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03/01/2025

Oh morning, hour of love!
Towards the east, it is the dream of the light
not yet appeared;
low on the horizon,
a band of purple shines,
brighter and paler and paler.
The violets of the night pale.
A washerwoman beats her washing there,
another here answers.
The river is like new leaves
,
it is like a child's cheek
smooth,
it is like a stone never seen
many-colored.

And then in the sky is a multiform paradise
and in the water are golden lilies
and a thousand immaculate roses
and pale violets,
and an innumerable laughter of love.
A bird chirps and a bell sings
the morning.
Now the clouds are fire without flame,
and they are in the water as they are in the air,
and the whole horizon is a song of bells.
There are many washerwomen splashing,
the birds answer each other:
on the ring of heaven the sun was born.

Carlo Saggio

03/01/2025

I was next to your bed last night,
while silence enveloped the room.
I saw your breath broken by memories,
while you sought comfort in the darkness.
I whispered softly, in the way you knew:
“Don’t cry, I’m here. I never left.”

I was with you this morning,
while the smell of coffee filled the kitchen.
You sighed, remembering how many times
you caressed me with love,
and I looked at you with eyes full of trust.
I would have told you: “That bond is not broken. I am with you.”

I followed you today, through the aisles of the shops,
while your hands clutched the heavy bags.
I would have liked to help you, as I used to do,
to carry that burden to lighten your heart.
But I was there, next to you, even if you couldn’t see me.

When you went to my grave,
I saw your love in your gestures,
the care with which you make my memory alive.
But I want to tell you, with all my being:
I'm not there. You won't find me among those cold stones.

I was with you while you were looking for your keys,
frustrated, among the thoughts that crowded your mind.
I touched you, a light breath, and I smiled:
"I'm here, right next to you. Always."

No matter where you go,
no matter how far away you seem.
I am by your side,
in the wind that caresses you,
in the silence that consoles you.
Because love does not fade,
it remains eternal, alive... inside us.

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