L' universo che noi siamo. Poesie per cuori intrepidi

“In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought.A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.” The above quote perfect describes my feelings about this book. Thi Leggi tutto

The Universe of Us is by far my favorite of Lang Leav's books. Maybe because I related to so many of the poems, but it's also so beautiful. I could see an overarching story amidst the smaller stories in each poem. So many emotions were expressed. One of the things I love about poetry is that it port Leggi tutto

I received an ARC via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. I find this better than Lullabies . Lang Leav's love poems are fascinating and beautifully written. Most of it are emotionally stirring and heartfelt. I must admit some of them are repetitive and a little boring. It's still a great go-t Leggi tutto

“I believe we think more deeply about the universe when we're falling in love. I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.”<...> “In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed ga Leggi tutto

Q: Remember, your words are your power. Never forget your words. (c) Q: We drift from star to star, your soul and mine as one (c) Wow! This is unexpectedly cool, poetic and evocative! I might become a fan!I feel the need to memorise half this book...Beware of spoilers!!! Q: Magic tumbled from her pretty Leggi tutto

I had yet to learn the most destructive thing in the world is the quiet yearning between to people who long to find their way back to each other. Me urge que me rompan el corazón para que estos libros me den más duro. Yo ya había leído a Lang Leav con su poemario Sea of Strangers, que me gustó muc Leggi tutto

He said loving me was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Watching the waves crash senselessly against the rocks, over and over. Grabbing fistfuls of sand as it trickled through his fingers, like my hair, brittle as ebony, strong and taut like the bumps of his knuckles. He said it was like swa Leggi tutto