तुम अरमानी की नीली जैकेट सी प्रिये,
मैं देसी पायजामे का नाड़ा हूँ,
तुम जो दिखो..स्टेटस सिंबल हो,
मैं जो दिखूँ..नाक कटाता हूँ।

- साकेत गर्ग

(Full poem in caption)

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People in glass houses should not throw stones.

#Italian Proverb

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-IL RICORDO-

Written By Nayanika Dey
Translated to Italian By Mario Rigli
Converted into song By Fabio Martoglio

Dovevamo ancora tuffarci nelle profondità sconosciute,
Di un mare di parole non ascoltate ancora e non dette,
In una stanza zeppa di respiri avvolti nella speranza,
Ma intrappolati siamo stati e persi nel prospiciente labirinto.

Ci siamo dissolti fino a svanire in un travestimento opaco ,
Adagiandoci sul cuore della luce e del buio,
Uniti soltanto il morto passato e i presenti sospiri,
Cercando di aiutare la speranza, nel mezzo della disperazione.

Come fogli lasciati soli e spiegazzati,
I momenti di un tempo inalati e fatti correre per miglia,
In una gara fra pavimento e tetto sono ora cullati,

Per farli dormire come memorie e ricordi.
Un gioco della vita - perso e ritrovato, ritrovato e perso,
Nascondino durerà fino a che non attraverseremo lo Stige.

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Plenty of words
when the cause is lost.
#Italian proverb

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that

don't trust blindly on anyone

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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

#Italian Proverb

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"Suddenly My Life"
Holding me,
Pushing me,
Catching me,
Only to knock me to the ground.
Then you'd kiss me gently,
Doctor my wounds,
Pick me up to hold me in your arms,
Only to suffer me to the pain again.
That became my life in a nutshell,
It was a living hell,
Yet you always slept well.
Not me and not now,
but better somehow,
although, I still have
flashbacks, dreams,
night terrors that seem
so real. ©
#SacredInkedBlood

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Tu non sei l'uomo dei miei sogni e se tu fossi non avrei mai conosciuto la felicità perché avevo solo degli incubi. Io ti amo mio caro.
~SacredInkedBlood
You are not the man of my dreams and if you were I would never have known happiness because I only had nightmares. I love you my dear.~SacredInkedBlood

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A boy with a mischievous lopsided smile once met a girl who could roll her eyes in the cutest way possible, and poetry was born over cups of cold coffee and exotic Italian dishes, the names of which, for the life of him, he could never properly pronounce.

And in whatever way now the story goes or ends, they both know that it was something epic.

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