Eguria

class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">                                                                                      “The Journey of the Magi” class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">    -T.S Eliot            “A cold coming we had of it,           Just the worst time of the year           For a journey, and such a long journey:           The ways deep, and the weather sharp,   5        The very dead of winter”      ...

  Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; text-align: justify;">                   “Bat”                          -David H. Lawrence   At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, Beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, and the world is taken by surprise     When the tired flower of Florence is in gloom Beneath the glowing Brown hills surrounding…     When under the arches of the Ponte vecchio A green light enters against stream, flush From the west, Against the current of obscure Arno…     Look up, and you see things flying Between the day and the night: Swallow the spools of dark threat sewing The shadows together     A circle swoop and a quick parabola und...