Monica Roccaforte Chomikuj

Not fu. Yesterday

Ei fu. Because still, given the
mortal sigh, stood the bare

orba from time immemorial breath,
well beaten, stunned
the earth is the nuncio,

dumb thinking man's last hours
fatal or
knows if a similar footprint
pie 'deadly
its bloody dust
will trample on.

brilliant in Solio
He saw my genius, and was silent;
when, instead assiduous
fell, and lay resources,
of a thousand voices to Sonito
mixed his did not:

maid servant of praise
and cowardly outrage,
located or moved by the sudden disappearance of so
radius;
and melts urn
a song that maybe not die.

From the Alps to the Pyramids, Manzanares
from the Rhine, that's a sure

was holding the lightning flash behind;
Scilla burst from the den, from one to another
Tues

was real glory? For posterity will judge
: nui
chiniam the front of the Massimo
Maker, who wanted him in his mind of the creator

larger footprint print.

the storm and anxious
joy of a great design,
the anxiety of a heart that is
restive, thinking of the kingdom;
and comes and takes a prize
that it was madness to hope;

and tried everything: the greatest glory
after the danger,
escape and victory,
the palace and the sad exile, twice in
dust,
twice on the altar. Ei is

He named two centuries,
against each other armed
subdued him turned, as if waiting
fate;
and fe 'silence, he sat down and referee
among them.

and disappeared, and the day in idleness
closed in so short a bank, a sign of immense

envy and deep piety,
inestinguibil of hate
and of indomitable love.

How to castaway on the head and weighs s'avvolve
the wave, the wave
on which the poor, but even now
high and tense,
scorrea sight to discern
remote shores in vain;

this on that ' alma
a combination of memories came down.
How often narrating himself to posterity
business, and ethics
pages fell
the tired man!

Oh, how often, the tacit
a day die of inert
lie close to the lightning-rai, sen
her arms folded, stood
, and the day we were
assalse to recollect!

and rethink furniture
tents, beaten and valleys,
and lightning de 'handpieces,
and the wave of the horses, and an excited

powers and swift obeyed.

Ouch! perhaps as much havoc
fell the spirit yearns,
and despair, but it was a valid
man from heaven, and more breathability

pitiful air transport;

and the launch pei flourishing
path of hope,
fields forever and premium
that would like to make, where silence and darkness

the glory that had passed.

Bella Immortal! Faith beneficial
accustomed to triumphs!
Write this one also, happy;
most superb
height of dishonor to Golgotha
ne'er be lowered. You tired from the ashes


disperses each estuary word
lands and the God who inspires, who
breathless and comforting, the deserted
coltrice
placed beside him.

Oh, really, sometimes I missing school for only the difference between several hours. I never liked different materials, I admit, and being forced to suffer them I've never been tempted, but right now I regret not having more.
even one hour a week, for pleasure, it would be nice again in the hands of those subjects that I can no longer recognize.
I console myself with these little memories ...