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  Camminavo sul Baltas Tiltas  Guardavo giù al fiume - canoe Passavano e da una un bimbo Giù da sotto dall'acqua ha riso Mi ha salutato con la mano Eri tu Luigino quel bambino Sorrideva uguale uguali occhi Aveva lontano - mi passava vicino ----------- Baltasa Tiltas è un ponte che attraversa Vilnius. Si chiama Baltas Tiltas, il Ponte Bianco, perché è tutto bianco. Vi sono bar, negozi e centri di ristoro. Vi si fanno molti eventi durante l’anno. ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno

  For a fart. Can a man’s whole life be remembered for a fart? Can the worth of a human life be reduced to a fart? Yes, it can. That is how I remember Giacco: for a fart. Ever since I was a child, my parents quarrelled. “What do you expect from someone like you, from a family where your uncle Giacco, the first thing he did on entering a room was to fart?”  That was the final phrase my father used to end every quarrel with my mother. That is how I remember Giacco. I have no other memory of him but this: a fart. In life, everyone gets what he deserves. σκιᾶς ὄναρ ἄνθρωπος "A dream of a shadow is man" ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno

  Est enim vis et natura quaedam, quae tum observatis longo tempore significationibus, tum aliquo instinctu inflatuque divino futura praenuntiat. (M. Tullius Cicero, De Divinatione) "For there is a certain power and nature that foretells the future both through signs observed over a long period of time and through some divine impulse and inspiration." Within the human being there exist these v is et natura quaedam , which Modern Man, through the Death of God and the dominance of scientism, has completely forgotten and denied in himself. If we wish to perceive the presence of the Excess (God), we must make use of these inner faculties and cultivate them through constant training ( tum observatis longo tempore significationibus ) ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno .

  Ricordi quelle domeniche insieme Quando io cercavo l'amore e te Si camminava per colline assieme Pensavi alla morte invece te Al dolore che pativi lí dentro Tua madre invocavi e perché Chiedevi al tuo soffrire il centro? Dagli occhi tuoi vedevo cupe ombre Che il tuo ormai stanco baricentro Portava impotente  loro ingombre. D'amore mancavo e triste andavo A tuo lato per lunghe strade sgombre. ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno

  Σιλβίᾳ καὶ Κλαυδίᾳ — πάσῃ τῇ ἀγάπῃ ᾗ αὐτὰς ἐν τῷ βίῳ ἠγάπησα Visi pavargę, dulkėmis pajuodę Į paskutinę šitos žemės rinką Nedrąsiai, pamažu Suslinkom Dar kiek pabūti. Juk gražu - Ar ne? - dar kiek pabūti . (Antanas Maceina - Gruoda) [***] Quando io piú non sarò qui - tu sarai. E ancora sarà viva la tua storia, Di mia forse poco ricorderai. Andrai sola per la tua traiettoria. Un angelo in più ti accompagnerà Nella strada - che tenga sua memoria. ------------ [***] Stanchi, neri di polvere All'ultimo stare di questa terra Senza grande coraggio, lentamente Siamo giunti insieme. Ancora un poco resteremo qui. È bello, no? Un po' ancora - uniti andare. ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno

  This concept is known as genius loci  - the spirit of place. In that place, bodies exist within that space and interact within that space. And they are what they are because of their interaction within their place: what is given to itself must already be given within itself. This culture, the culture of genius loci , must be restored. Because now, white has been confused with black; cultures have been dismantled and distorted; children have been separated from their mothers; scents and flavours have been mixed together. The horizon of the self ( anima , the place of every form) - that which exists and endures by its own nature - has been eroded by exogenous and powerful forces, creating uncertainty, a sense of not belonging, and continuous cultural conflict. This is the typical pattern of a Satanic strategy: eroding first, creating confusion afterwards. Divide et impera. Thus, falsehood is established. And once people can no longer distinguish what is their own from what is ...