Joaquín. 0 references. Osvaldo. 0 references. date of birth. 29 July Gregorian. 1 reference. imported from Wikimedia project · Spanish Wikipedia. Browse through Joaquín Giannuzzi’s poems and quotes. 0 poems of Joaquín Giannuzzi. Still I Rise, The Road Not Taken, If You Forget Me, Dreams, Annabel. Joaquín O. Giannuzzi A Complicated Mammal. Joaquín Giannuzzi was born in in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and died in His ten collections of poetry, .
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Search this site Search. The question of whether or not to keep a diary, or journal, is one that has perplexed me, on and off, for much of my adult life. If you do decide to keep a record of the everyday, There are few ideas more mind-blowing than that of the multiverse, and the notion that the universe is perpetually dividing into parallel universes, each of them containing versions of ourselves.
A few months ago, while on a residency at Banff, in the Canadian Rockies, I wrote about a serendipitous encounter with a black bear.
This encounter, however fleeting, and with a distance of fifteen metres or so between I love you at ten in the morning, at eleven, at midday. Giannuziz love you with all my soul and sometimes, on rainy evenings, with all my body.
But at two in the afternoon, or at three, I remember spending rainy afternoons immersed in an ancient atlas when I was still very The road is empty, straight, the peaks of the Rockies crowning the road ahead.
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