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Why is my back loaded with fine flour, while in my mouth there is no bread at all, but only straw? I drink well-water, though I carry wine. And the stick goes on fracturing my skull!
I live in rubble…
Contributor:
Samuel Archevolti
Places:
Padua, Republic of Venice (Padua, Italy)
Date:
End of the 16th Century
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May the language of truth be established forever, or as the poet …
Contributor:
Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1622/23
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Asleep in songs and lullabies was my heart, while I was dreaming, imagining myself amidst poets, as eloquent and intelligent as the finest wine yeast.
From my drunken slumber an illustrious man…
Contributor:
Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1599