Cold dead bones In a cold dead bed With a cold dead sheet And boney cold flowers Hideous freezing memories Rising from the dead Gravestones whistling loudly People praying silently Mourning words of peace Finding madness instead -Stefania Advertisements

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▶️Petricor-Ludovico Einaudi The light is fading Slowly as it seems The ray of a fallen star. Shadows are mourning And the dark is pouring From a small hole In the brightest sky. Leaves are leaving Like sunken dreams Apart at the seams. This is one of my poems from my book on Wattpad! If you […]

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Fi Ne Si Te As an INFP, you live in your inner world. You have a rich universe inside your mind and you can act accordingly. All your feelings, all your values are inside of it and you act by consequence, not matter what the rest says. Your Fi makes you concentrate on how to […]

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Greek lyric

The Greek lyric is the body of lyric poetry and it developed between the 7th century and the early 5th century BC. It’s mainly written in dialects. Much of Greek lyric is occasional poetry and the symposium is one of the numerous settings where lyric poems were performed. The term “lyric” indicated an accompaniment of […]

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The Iliad

“The wrath sing, goddess, of Peleus’ son, Achilles, that destructive wrath which brought countless woes upon the Achaeans, and sent forth to Hades many valiant souls of heroes, and made them themselves spoil for dogs and every bird; thus the plan of Zeus came to fulfillment, from the time when1 first they parted in strife […]

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The Homeric Question

The Homeric Question concerns the doubts and consequent debate over the identity of Homer, the authorship of the Iliad and the Odyssey and their historicity. The subject has its roots in classical antiquity and the scholarship of the Hellenistic period, but has flourished among Homeric Scholars of the 19th and 20th centuries. The main questions […]

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E i pensieri fluivano sulla cartaCome un fiumiciattolo che scorre lentamente. E inizio a scrivere, dando alle parole una vita propria. Le sento come se fossero vive Come se fossero dei bambini appena nati. All’improvviso queste parole si trasformano in un fiume E come un fiume che scorre velocemente, non ho nulla con cui fermarle. […]

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