f I thought that my reply were given to anyone who might return to the world, this flame would stand forever still; but since never from this deep place has anyone returned alive, if what I hear is true, without fear of infamy I answer thee."
XO. I love educated and smart people!! But after reading your essay with the italian, I couldn't help it it just popped into my head...(my brain is the most deplorable collection of rubbish imaginable...)
Excellent. That is how the brain needs to be though I admit clarity and concise diamond cutting style has merit. I just don't work to obtain it. :) " Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, Till things weve never seen will seem familiar. Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago."
"S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma penciocche gammai di questo fondo
Non torno viva alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo"
Si.
f I thought that my reply were given to anyone who might return to the world, this flame would stand forever still; but since never from this deep place has anyone returned alive, if what I hear is true, without fear of infamy I answer thee."
XO. I love educated and smart people!! But after reading your essay with the italian, I couldn't help it it just popped into my head...(my brain is the most deplorable collection of rubbish imaginable...)
I'm gonna need to read this again....My mind has just stopped and my mouth is hanging open.
Excellent. That is how the brain needs to be though I admit clarity and concise diamond cutting style has merit. I just don't work to obtain it. :) " Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, Till things weve never seen will seem familiar. Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago."
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