#fleetingness

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I put bubbles in the wonder box because their movement is very fast and short, yet in the box for a moment they are part of infinity.

Everything is ephemeral, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.

Bagliori e fragori.Sentieri di luci.Collane di colori.Lampi di gioiafulminei,per non lasciar assuefare. Così è la felicità:un lampo di gioia,un arabesco luminoso,un fuoco d’artificioche svanisceappena appare. Fireworks Gleams and booms.Trails of light.Necklaces of color.Flashes of joy —lightning-quick,so we don’t grow accustomed. Such is happiness:a flash of joy,a luminous arabesque,a…

Today, in Italy and across the world we celebrate the extraordinary love of mothers. 🧡 Happy Mother’s Day to all the incredible women who nurture our dreams, steady our steps, and light our darkest paths. MOTHER Your love was like moonlightturning harsh things to beauty,so that little wry soulsreflecting each other obliquelyas in cracked mirrors . . .beheld in your luminous spirittheir own…

Alfred Edward Housman (26 March 1859 –1936), was an English poet and classical scholar, whose verse exerted a strong influence on later poets.Today he is best known for his cycle of poems “A Shropshire Lad” published in 1896 partly at the author’s expense, after it had been rejected by a publisher.The following poem is one of the simplest and most effective from that collection LIV. With rue my…