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Words and Poetry by Giada Trebeschi.
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Playing the Fool
A fool, a fool!
I have met a fool in the forest,
Who laid him down and basked him in the sun,
And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
Oh worthy fool!
It is my only suit.
Look at me, it is clear: I am a fool
And so I must [...]
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Describing a landscape
From an old train slowly climbing the Alps I observe the landsape. The snow is already covering the peaks, the waterfalls are long tongues of cristals sparkling under the morning sun.
I am now on a coast looking at the sea. It´s dawn and the water reflects the orange rays of the new borning sun. I [...]
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Carpe Diem - Winter
In the photo: Tree of Life; Giada Trebeschi, Carpe Diem, Tournée 2006.
A dialogue in between Time and Life.
WINTER
Life: It is strange. Getting older I become more tollerant. I don´t see any mistake that I didn´t do as well.
Time: You have the experience of those that saw a lot of things.
Life: Yes. And on the way [...]
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Thunderstorm
Have you ever been caught under a thunderstorm?
The cold rain dropping on summer clothes that stick sensually on the skin, the sky suddenly dark and menacing, the sound of thunder that seems coming exactly from behind you…
It is exciting and fun but it always brings also athe feeling of a certain uneasyness and fear.
I think it is exactly [...]
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Fairy Tales
An old lady sitting near the fireplace. The room is dark, the only light is the one coming from the fire; it is cold outside. A group of people and children are sitting around her. They are silent, nearly keeping their breath not to disturb her. She speaks quietly, they listen.
The old lady is telling [...]
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