Lisa Corva

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Estos días azules y este sol de la infancia.

Friday, 19 July 2013 @09:03

"Estos días azules y este sol de la infancia."
(Antonio Machado)

These blue days and this childhood sun…
Blue days and yellow moon. Just enjoy: summertime.

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Apples sweeten in the dark. And all what happens when you close your eyes.

Friday, 12 July 2013 @08:16

"A neighbourhood.
At dusk.
Thigs are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark".
(Eavan Boland)

Apples sweeten in the dark. And all what happens when you close your eyes.

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It’s useless to hold a person to anything he says while he’s in love, drunk, or running for office.

Friday, 5 July 2013 @07:19

"It’s useless to hold a person to anything he says while he’s in love, drunk, or running for office".
(Shirley MacLaine)
But, the delightful bliss of being in love.

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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.