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      <pubDate>2018-05-24 20:31:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Fantasy</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Leave always wandering the fantasy<br>the pleasure is always elsewhere:<br>and is dissolved, only to touch, sweet,<br>as bubbles when rain hits.<br>Let her then wander, her, the winged,<br>for thinking that front yet, in it extends.<br>Opens you the door to the cage of the mind,<br>and, you will see, it will launch flying into the sky.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Fantasia</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Lascia sempre vagare la fantasia,<br>è sempre altrove il piacere:<br>e si scioglie, solo a toccarlo, dolce,<br>come le bolle quando la pioggia picchia.<br>Lasciala quindi vagare, lei, l'alata,<br>per il pensiero che davanti ancor le si stende.<br>Spalanca la porta alla gabbia della mente,<br>e, vedrai, si lancerà volando verso il cielo.</div>]]></description>
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