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Title: Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
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Who I Am:
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My old friend told me once, 'Really, you were late to be born
in hundred years! Your real place is in 19th century...' Maybe he was right and this phrase reflects my nature perfectly...
I adore wild nature, snow mountains, emerald sea, beautiful dreams,
adventurous travels, bike and rollerblades, sweet wines, sapphire sky, literature and music, romance and theater, marvelous art, grand piano, frivolous guitar, pipe organ, magnificent opera, museum dust, beautiful Princeton, artistic photography, classic poetry and prose, book smell, splendid palaces, solemn barocco, renaissance cathedrals, spring flowers, autumn gardens, fresh wind, tender snowflakes, violent rivers, bonfire smoke, motley stars, impenetrable jungles, planets and astronomy, ancient history, forgotten tombs, dawn mist, scarlet sunsets, roaring waterfalls, champagne bubbles, fluffy clouds...
Did I forget something?
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I'm Looking for:
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My Little Lone Star,
I do not know yet,
in what land to look for You,
and how to recognize Your face
among thousands of other faces,
but I know very well -
Lady Destiny has already stretched
her magic invisible thread
between You and me, -
so, let simply make a step
towards each other,
and meet each other,
and smile to each other,
and trust each other,
and follow each other,
and unite our souls and fates,
joy and pain,
laugh and tears,
and go together
through all our long wonderful life, -
and, when our last day comes,
dissolve ourselves together
in the transparent velvet
of endless Universe...
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