http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vitellini The original writings of author Francesco Vitellini en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021523 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How can a mind escape from pain? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/1121022/ «Wyrd bið ful aræd»(The Wanderer, VI sec.) In freezing ice-caves,plunged into spirals of eternal mists,they don’t consider, nor do they ask,those who weave.Yet, there still is the choice,everlasting struggle for subsistence,what I am leads to what I’ll beand wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/976292/ thrice I splitelectron in love with Heisenberg’s law testing positivethree shots for mezero for them inhibitorsbarely scratchhealing not included past will never fadebut feelings do and fake fortunes find followers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/806119/ I stare from a hill, home’s far away,so far from there I’ve never been,I found no place where I can stay,on lonely moves my feet are keen.It seems to me that ages agoI left my town, on German ground,since then I moved to and fro,all o’er the world but nowhere bound... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/798772/ Once I had a life,a quiet simple one,but then, alas, came loveand everything started fading. As first my precious friends,all of them it killed,then came the turn of timewhen it took my deepest soul. Locked up in a loop I withered,wasting year after year,and darknes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/779221/ Slow and tiny grains of nightfollow each other in the hourglass,beating the hours of darknessas a chain of eternal moments. Nothing remembers of daylight,and yet it shone so bright,because tired are the limbsand dull with thoughts the mind. Worthless the joyful memoryof what delighted the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/771507/ Every gift I make is a new scar,that’s what I’m able to give,regardless of near, regardless of far,regardless of where you live. My mind goes back to earlier times,when I was younger and all but sage,when I gifted you the loveliest rhymes,when every new day was a new page. But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/771506/ Find the moment when sound diesand silence begins,there's your fulcrum.Mind opens on visions of worldseternal echo resonates in the air.there's no here nor where,no how nor when.It's just the pointborn in the nightwinged stormwhen the eastern first guard rises. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/770806/ Against oblivion I only raisea fragile shield of paper,gently caressing eternitywith delicate signs of my quill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/769963/ No more blue skiesnor golden sunthe fields, once green, they fade away. Withering reflects the voidin the dourest flowerbed.The Lady of Dreams, gloomy purity,takes the veil of milky greyness. Life slows down with every stepas long as there are some to take.Joy is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/769962/ Early will you learn to be strong,soul surrounded by walls so high,but one sensation makes it throughand brings your castle down to fall it's nostalgia...... and it's forever... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/769952/ No more sweet sadnessleads beyond love and truthto the hall of self-consciousnesswhere everyone’s soul is refugee.Were they well used or just abusedno more words will light the mindsno clear notes will leave the harpto kiss the ears of lonely hearts.All withers when a poet dies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vitellini/769799/