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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Friday, 22 March 2013 @09:14

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom".
(Anaïs Nin)
Blooming.

Thanks to adventurous, sensual Anaïs Nin for today’s inspiration. A writer and a woman who was not afraid to blossom.

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Le coeur n’a pas de rides; il n’a que des cicatrices.

Friday, 15 March 2013 @07:33

"Le coeur n’a pas de rides; il n’a que des cicatrices."
(Colette)

Colette lived and loved before Botox: would she write the same sentence today? Probably yes. Because "heart does not have wrinkles, it only has scars". And we do live and love, although scarred. We touch them lightly. They don't hurt any more. It's only love.

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I know no object of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.

Friday, 8 March 2013 @07:54

"What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know no object of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden".
(Elizabeth von Arnim)
I woke up to a misty, grey morning: but, nevertheless, with a certainty. Albeit two. First, that soon it will be spring. Spring can’t fail us, spring never deceives us. Second, that I have a new book waiting for me, by Elizabeth von Arnim: the woman I’d love to spend an afternoon with, in her german garden, in far away Pomerania, far away in time too, early 1900. But, yes, books do that magic. Expecially in spring.

You in my nostalgia.

Friday, 1 March 2013 @08:26

"Ich kann nicht mehr zufrieden sein,
ich muß an allen meinen Tagen
Dein Bild in meiner Sehnsucht tragen,
Ich bin ja dein"
(Hermann Hesse)
I love the german word Sehnsucht: the powerful yearning we feel for people and places we miss. And, when we love somebody, isn't the beloved profile engraved in our nostalgia?

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Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.