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I must go in, the fog is rising
Emily Dickinson
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Saturno e l’Anima
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L’oceano
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L’oceano
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Lisboa, 2018
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Upon So Vain A Hill
Emily Dickinson
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travel memories
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Lisboa, 2018
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There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain —
‘Tis Pain’s Successor — When the Soul
Has suffered all it can —
A Drowsiness — diffuses —
A Dimness like a Fog
Envelops Consciousness —
As Mists — obliterate a Crag.
The Surgeon — does not blanch — at pain
His Habit — is severe —
But tell him that it ceased to feel —
The Creature lying there —
And he will tell you — skill is late —
A Mightier than He —
Has ministered before Him —
There’s no Vitality.Emily Dickinson
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