She clears her schedule all for you.
But I can see, you just squeeze her in yours.

She stops doing the things she was supposed to do just to focus on you.
On the other hand, you don't.

Maybe the reason why you gave her all those watches was that you can't give her time.
You can only give her watches, but not your time.

love's only weakness
is also its greatest strength:

it defies reason.

It took you long enough
To finally realize
That I don't like you.
Not because you did something
Or because you are you,
But just because.

Why are you sad?
    He asks the man in the mirror.

                                         I’m sad for the times that have passed
    And the times that I’ve missed.

                           I’m sad for the times I missed
    Because I was too busy being sad.

                          I’m sad for the people I love,
    As they age away into decay.

                              I’m sad for the people I’ve lost,
    Because I know they’re not coming back.

                                   I’m sad for what I know is coming
Because I know I can’t stop it.

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“La natura è piena d infinite ragioni che nò furò mai in isperiètia”
Leonardo da Vinci

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think
that the very next millisecond blink
will be, reveal a, theater curtain rising,
a play of your composition,
a painting of your composure,
a newly cresting reason,
infinite in number,
infinitesimal aggrandizing majesty in granular shapes,
a shock so grand you say out loud willingly,

therefore, I am

the first word
of the next page or poem you turn to,
will change your No. 1 reason for living,
to your knees dropped trembling,
comprehending the renaissance of his
isperiètia (experience)

there are infinite books and infinity words,
do the probability calculation of inspiration
and confess
every sun rising, every rainbow unexpected,
every moonlight solstice,
every glance freely stolen taken,
is nature,
your nature, revealed,
unsealed

these are your unveilings,
revealing the fullness of you,
the likeness of discovery
how what we see in our uncommonality
is our communion










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This year marks the quincentennial of the death of Leonardo da Vinci, the Italian Renaissance master who died in May 1519.