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Pietro Brosio Gallery

"The Universal Peace", 1976, oil on canvas 100x70cm.

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6 September 2011

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La mia mente è come un aliante in volo,
come una vela in mare la mia anima,
uno stormo di rondini le frasi
dalle mille parole seducenti
mentre amo, gioco, dico, scherzo, esulto,
nei miei fulgidi e lieti sentimenti.

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Anonymous: 18 September 2011 at 07:28

Where have the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the soldiers gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one!
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
And where have all the graveyards gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one!
When will they ever learn,
oh when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, every one.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Pete Seeger, 1956

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