The Kiss, Gustav Klimt
If I love you? O woman! I wanted him not Diria.
Voice Express yourself how much can never m'inspiri
sweetness to the heart, when pious
turns toward me your lights, if other ways to learn?
If I love you? And you ask? dich'io silent and did not?
and they say my tel no long sighs,
and afflicted my soul, which seems to breathe, while
from your lovely eyes I'm hanging immobile?
And every time the phone says crying
which may have fear mixed with hope and,
pay once, and I desire restrain?
Everything in me says, tel: my tongue while
only phone is silent, because my heart hath been sighted, who at that
feels that he has nothing to say: I love you.
If I love you? Oh woman!, Vittorio Alfieri
Is not the art, after all, the perfect mirror of feeling, of reason, the human being?
How many times I feel better, lost in contemplation, than when I analyze my conscious clear essere incapace a vivere. E 'frustrante.
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