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    Love, Passion and Torment
    Love, Passion and Torment
    Love, Passion and Torment
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    Love, Passion and Torment

    By Benedetto Corrente

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    “Love, Passion and Torment” by Benedetto Corrente.
    Poems that fly over the waves in Scauri, sad words that appear in the loneliness of winter days, joyful words coming from sunny summer days, thoughts that become melody, that only the heart can turn into music.
    We are away in our atoll, lost in the ocean of the senses. Melted in the heavenly enchantment… And even sweet words catch fire at the sun. The picture of you, left in the wind, miserably torments me… Recalls and regrets what not said? You cry deep inside, the nightmare becomes alive… Oh carefree and sad sea! With wet eyes you cover my distant thought. If I touch the falling intangible water, I feel it’s the fresh caress that causes goose bumps, I feel you… In the wind I look for love, the kind of love that could be entirely lived.
    Translated text Romina Elaine Simmons
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBenedetto Corrente
    Release dateOct 20, 2017
    ISBN9788826499420
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      Love, Passion and Torment - Benedetto Corrente

      Benedetto Corrente

      LOVE, PASSION AND TORMENT

      Translated text Romina Elaine Simmons

      UUID: c8f83df0-b328-11e7-a7aa-49fbd00dc2aa

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      Indice dei contenuti

      THE SIN

      PAINFUL THOUGHT

      YEARS

      MOVING WITH THE HERD

      US

      THE VIRTUAL HUMAN BEING

      MY LIFE WITH YOU

      IN DEMAND

      VISIONS

      AT SUNSET

      PLEASE UNDERSTAND

      THE PLEASURE OF YOU

      FOOTPRINTS

      COLORS AND SMELLS

      TEARS OF ICE

      I COULD BELIEVE YOU

      WARM AIR

      TEARS OF THE SKY

      SPREAD YOUR WINGS ACROSS THE SEA

      LOSING YOUR PIECES

      PASSIONATE DELIGHT

      MOMENT IMPETUS

      INTO YOU

      SUMMER DREAMS

      MOCKED

      A UNIVERSE FOR YOU

      THOUGHTS

      PURITY

      SOMETIMES THEY COME BACK

      JOY

      PIECES OF YOU

      FREE SPIRIT

      IT’S NIGHT

      TIME

      YOUR LOVE

      FIREFLIES

      LIGHTS IN THE FOG

      THE DRUM OF SHUTTERS

      TORMENTS

      DESIRING STARS

      Note

      THE SIN

      The naked body dances softly

      covered by vibrating tones.

      Breasts move with rhythm

      like ruffled waves.

      We are away in our atoll,

      lost in the ocean of the senses.

      Melted in the heavenly enchantment

      that the sin consumes.

      Fear amplifies excitement.

      Also the immortal cannot put a stop

      to what, in the real world, we don′t want to let in.

      Your hair, blow in the wind

      like blades of grass.

      Your song, melodious harmony,

      enters myself deep in,

      right there, where your sweet fragrance dwells.

      I dare not call it

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