Ein Leerbuch

Revolution is the harmony of form and color and everything exists, and moves, under only one law = life =

Nobody is separate from anybody else - Nobody fights for himself.

Everything is all and one. 

Anguish and pain - pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. 

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In this process is a doorway open to intelligence.

`On the meridian of time there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.`

This must be the place.

She.

A Fate

Gleams and shelters where roads divide called to the companions.

To you remains this that the wind unveils for you, pale road in the night: for your thirst the tumbling torrents’ water, for someone tired the pasture grass renewed in the space of a sleep.

Absorbed in his own fire everyone human surrenders to a single life.

But on your slow going as a river that finds no end, the silvery light of infinite lives – of the free stars trembles now: and if not one door opens to your weariness, if it’s rebuffed at every step your face’s burden, if it is yours this that’s more than pain, joy of going on alone in the clear desert of your hills

now you accept you’re a poet.

Antonia Pozzi

The sky is everywhere.