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Dayana 2022-03-24 09:02:52
The beauty of "a mess"~
First, the sound of the waves in the bay, soft; second, the sound of the waves, loud; third, the sound of the wind passing over the cliffs; fourth, the sound of the wind sliding over the bushes; Sixth, the sad bells of the Church of Our Lady; Seventh, the sky full of stars on the island, I have...
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Lloyd 2022-03-21 09:02:40
i like that you are silent
i like that you are silent
- Neruda
I like that you are silent, as if you are gone, you listen to me from a distance, but my voice cannot reach you. It's as if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss that seals your mouth. As all things fill my soul, you emerge from all things and...

Vincenzo Di Sauro
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Dora 2022-03-27 09:01:14
Such a simple postman boy. Before, the Nujia thought that he was interested in the wife of the poet Disu...%¥# From pia, let's take a look at the uncJ's heart. Even when he was angry with the poet, the words he said were so pure and simple. Similar to "I don't care, you taught me to write wet drops~ I'm in love now, you have to be responsible~" In the end, it did not weaken the worship and admiration for the poet-in fact, it is more about the poet than the individual. It is an extreme love and admiration for the romantic feelings and ideal emotions brought by poetry. He ended up dying at a rally, not even reading the poem dedicated to the poet. The sea in Italy is so beautiful, I also want to put on a linen muslin travel suit and go for a walk on the beach. (Small crack: you are yy)
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Braeden 2022-03-27 09:01:14
If ignorance is poison, thought is the antidote; if thought is poison, ignorance is holy water. An ignorant postman encounters a poet with surging thoughts, and he completely changes his life. From this, we can see that it is his thoughts that guide a person's life. Mario embraced Neruda's ideas as well as his communist ideas, and that was his disaster. In the end, Neruda walked on the once beautiful beach, will it be regret?
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