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Titolo: Il cuore della finanza....se la finanza ha un cuore...

- Risveglio -
Apro gli occhi
mentre l'altra metà
si sta addormentando.
Uomini di ghiaccio
tengono in pugno
gioie e dolori
rialzi, ribassi,
guerre per necessità.....
rialzi, ribassi,
tutto pare correlato.
Si risvegliano i
post colombiani,
decidono loro le sorti globali.
Lentamente Piazza Affari
s'avvia alla chiusura,
i miei occhi non hanno
più forza,
l'altra metà si risveglia............
--
l'orsotoro®
Mitakuye Oyasin

Il Poeta Thomas S. Eliot (che non è quello delle onde) per un certo periodo
di tempo lavorò come bancario nella city di londra.
Il mondo della finanza lo digustò a tal punto che qualcuno ritiene che
quegli anni grigi gli siano stati di ispirazione per scrivere "The hollow
men".
Per lui la finanza non aveva un cuore.
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The Hollow Men
(A penney for the old guy)
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rat's feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer -
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is the cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they recieve
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go 'round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go 'round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existance
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

 Per lui la finanza non aveva un cuore.
.......vedi, sono stato un precursore del trend anomalo odierno........in
attesa dei dati scarabocchiavo su un foglio delle frasi.......ed uscito -
Risveglio -.........male che vada ho un futuro da poeta...........
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