I do not need money.
I need to hear
of words, carefully chosen words,
those thoughts of flowers, roses
of these admissions,
dreams that inhabit the trees,
Lyrics that do the dancing statues,
of stars whispering in the ears of lovers ....
I need poetry,
this magic burns the heaviness of words,
that evokes emotions and those new
soul has its own shelter as the temple of love un'avarizia earthly gods can not touch, but the soul is also a word, the word unconscious. E 'wrong to identify the unconscious with the temple of the soul is another season, is another food, we feed on things unrelated to human speech, things that do not yet have reason to be, things that hiss like snakes and instead are angels of light.
From soul in love with Alda Merini
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