Pietro Brosio Gallery

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

SINCE 2008SINCE 2008

September 25, 2016

Reflections

Riflessi
Impressioni
Riflessi tremuli nell'acqua
come affetti ondeggianti,
leggeri e luccicanti,
sfuggevoli;
come chimere sfocate,
ossessive e mutevoli,
agognate;
come ricordi labili,
lontani e inarrivabili,
perduti;
come parole sfaccettate,
dolci e appaganti,
passate.

Comments: 8

TexWisGirl: September 25, 2016 at 2:31 PM
Photo Cache: September 26, 2016 at 6:08 AM
Lady Fi: September 26, 2016 at 8:04 PM
sonia a. mascaro: September 26, 2016 at 11:25 PM
eileeninmd: September 27, 2016 at 12:03 AM
Rajesh: September 27, 2016 at 4:44 AM
Geoff Wilkinson: September 27, 2016 at 11:40 PM
magiceye: October 11, 2016 at 7:58 AM

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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September 25, 2016

Reflections

Comments: 8