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Pietro Brosio Gallery

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

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July 22, 2016

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Madrigale dell'Anemone

Il fior candido e blu che s'apre al vento
nasce dal sangue del giovane Adone
dal feroce cinghial di Marte spento.

La natura vivace il bene spera
nella nuova mutevole stagione,
con Proserpina sorge Primavera.

Fior di resurrezione, la sublime
netta fede rigenera la luce
in dimensione arcana, oltre le cime
dei cieli perfettissimi conduce.

Pietro Brosio

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Linda: July 22, 2016 at 9:58 AM

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Recomenzar: July 24, 2016 at 10:46 AM

Crafty Green Poet: July 24, 2016 at 2:05 PM

Pietro Brosio: July 26, 2016 at 6:21 AM

Rajesh: July 26, 2016 at 3:24 PM

Lady Fi: July 27, 2016 at 4:23 PM

Where have the flowers gone?

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long time passing?
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long time ago?
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long time passing?
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long time ago?
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long time passing?
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long time ago?
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long time passing?
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long time ago?
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Gone to graveyards, every one!
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when will they ever learn?
And where have all the graveyards gone,
long time passing?
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long time ago?
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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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July 22, 2016

Shades

Comments: 13