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I want to wish everyone a happy new year

When you think everything is lost,
that's the time to start,
reap what 'good that you managed to create
and take it with you,
leave the rest.

clothes and a smile so much hope
train your heart for future battles
and learn from what you call failures.
Remember, there is a time to weep
and a time to smile, always.
If this is the day of your tear
remember that tomorrow
may be transformed into a smile
if you you wish.

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DANCE OF THE SNOW

the fields and roads and mild
silent
circling, the snow falls.


Dance flap white
in 'large sky playful
then rests on the ground, tired.
motionless in a thousand forms
rooftops and chimneys,
strains and the gardens are sleeping.


Everything 's around is peace
closed inoblìo deep
indifferent the world is silent.
Paraphrase
Snow falls on roads and hovering over the fields gentle and quiet.
The flap white playful dance in the sky then large covers the ground, tired. In a thousand shapes properties sleeping on roads and roofs, the strains of the gardens.
The world is quiet indifferent closed deep in a mess, and peace of all 'round.
VINCENZO

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San Martino

The fog gl'irti
drizzling salt hills, and under the

mistral howls and whitens the sea;

but the streets of the village
by boiling de 'tini
is the sour smell of wine
souls rejoice.

Turn on 'strains aces
explain it Scoppieto
is the whistling caciator
about the gaze in usio

between the reddish clouds
flocks of 'birds blacks
com'esuli thoughts
migrate in the twilight.
Mimmo

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GIOUSE 'CARDUCCI

The fog gl 'bristling hills
drizzling salt
and under the mistral
screams and whitens the sea;

but the streets of village
from ribbolir de 'tini
be the 'sour smell of wine
' s soul to cheer.

Turn on '
strains turned the spit and sputtered:
is a hunter whistling
on the' door to gaze

between the reddish clouds
stprmi d ' birds blacks,
com 'exiles thoughts
migrate in twilight.

Paraphrase

The salt fog, along with the rain, the hills covered with bare trees and dry and the sea waves and slamming against the rocks below the cold wind from the north-west, but the streets of the country, the 'smell of fermenting wine in the barrels cheer the hearts of people. The spit turns on the grill while the hunter is whistling on 'door to look between the red clouds, flocks of birds like the thoughts of people fleeing into the evening.

Claudio

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San Martino di San Martino di Carducci

The fog in the hills gl'irti

drizzling salt and below the mistral
screams and whitens the m ar;

but for streets of the village
by bubbling de'tini
is the sour smell of wine
souls to cheer.

Gira su'ceppi
turned the spit and sputtered:
is a hunter
whistling up the door to gaze

between the reddish clouds
flocks of birds blacks,
com 'Exiles thoughts
migrate in the twilight.

Paraphrase
The salt fog, along with the rain, the hills covered with bare trees and dry and the sea waves slamming against the rocks below and the cold wind of north-west.
the streets of the country, the harsh smell of the wines, which ferment in the barrels is to enliven the soul.
The spit crackling logs on and runs on the hunter's whistle is the doorway to watch flocks of birds blacks in the hour of sunset, as the thoughts of men migrate into the evening.
Alessandra

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The snow

the fields and roads and mild
silent
wheeling, snow falls

Daza the water in the large white
heaven scerzosa
then on ' ground installation, tired

motionless in a thousand forms
rooftops and chimneys,
on stones and gardens sleeping.

everything round about is peace;
closed in deep oblivion,
indifferent the world is silent.

Paraphrase on the roads and fields and light snow falls silent volteggiando.La ground white playful dance, then you tired laying motionless on terreno.In thousands of forms on the roofs and chimneys, on logs and gardens riposa.E 'peace all around, closed in a deep oblivion to the world is silent indifference.
Augustine.

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I describe my dance teacher

The teacher that you describe is called Dove Balzano.Ha green eyes with glasses, hair color brown is lean and elegant in stature media.Veste sometimes and sometimes sports. E 'serious, smart, very prepared, very well taught his subjects, a person is a very understanding person and understands the needs of each alunno.E' a very quiet person and is angry at the appropriate time. The subjects he teaches are Italian, geography, computer science and history and last year also taught science. Finally I am glad to have you as a teacher because I can understand the material that explains and is also a good person.
Martina.

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THAT WE WANT TO SUBMIT A POEM Used for certain actions' THEATRE AND UNDERSTAND THE PACE.
THANK THE MISTRESS ALESSANDRA FORONCELLI THAT THE ACTIVITIES 'LINKED TO THIS POEM DID WE had a great time.

The little woman who sows wheat
turn the page and you see the villain.
The villain who till the soil
turn the page and you see the war.
The war with so many soldiers
turn the page and you see the sick.
Patients with such pain
turn the page and you see the doctor.
The doctor who makes the recipe
turn the page Concetta and it shows.
The concept that Brigidini
turn the page and there are children.
Children who go to the fields
turn the page and you see the lightning.
Lightning
fear that they turn the page and you see the monastery.
The monastery with the monks in prayer
turn the page and you see the show.
The show with skits and jokes
turn the page and you see the crazy.
The fools who sing in bed
turn the page and you see the spectrum.
A ghost appears and goes away
turn the page and you see Lucia.
Lucia which is a dress
turn the page and you see Harlequin.
Harlequin ago, tripping
turn the page and there are the roosters.
The roosters singing strong
turn the page and you see Death.
Death mowing people
turn the page and do not see anything.

Cate and Michael

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November

Gèmmea the air, the sun so clear
that you seek the apricot trees in bloom, and
prunalbo 's bitter odorino
feel in your heart ...

But the bush is dry and stiff plants
of black frames mark the peaceful,
the sky is empty, and hollow at the foot sounding
seems the ground.

Silence, around, alone, at twenty,
hate away from gardens and orchards,
leaves a fragile fall. It 's summer
cold, dead.

paraphrase.

's air is clear and transparent as a precious gem, the sun is clear and you seek the apricots in bloom and feel in your heart' s odorino bitter hawthorn.
But the bush is dry and stiff trees silhouetted against the sky drawing a network of dark branches, do not fly in the sky as the birds migrate to warmer countries and the ground beneath your feet sounds like a vacuum.
Silence around, only to blow the wind, hear far away from gardens and orchards, a delicate fall leaves.
few days of November, the month when we remember the dead are called "Indian summer".
Benedetta.