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WAIT FOR THE THUNDER.

When cloudless skies thunder, stand vast.

Di lacrime e di foco nutrir l’alma

Love teaches me to feed on flames and tears; 
to turn withered hope green through desire; 
to re-enslave my heart each time Love frees 
his noble face from that heavy disdain; 

Love also teaches me to bear his weight 
when I dream he’s there alluring, touching 
me, and in the sweet encounter the pain’s 
gone and my beloved enjoys my languors; 

Sweet are these tears, delicious this passion. 
How is this—that I have lost all hope saves 
me—in the back of my mind the sense I 

can renounce the desire coursing through 
my body—that people honor torment 
when you smile serenely. Thus Love teaches me.

- Vittoria Colonna

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I don’t know what you’re thinking. But I know it’s not what you’re saying.

I’m not heartless. I just learned how to use my heart less.

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Milo Manara

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