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  Living

  response to  Richard Thaler and Cass Sunstein 's post Tricking People into Doing the Right Thing

  Listening to you.

  In the cool
  celerity of a
  diffident young
  bird I try
  to forget a dying
  behaviour, the
  sound of a picture
  and a luminous
  care, easily,
  like an earnest
  desire.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on August 30, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Dorian Orange, Morgan Currie, Lindsay Utz, MacKenzie Fegan, Michael Schaubach, Rus Garofalo, Danielle Flug, Jason Jude Chan, and Merka's post Lords of the Rings

  Collection of flowers.

  The right rose
  appears in my mind,
  and everywhere
  shines when the
  soft wind remains
  in the light of
  a flower; the cold
  leaf is dead
  and here there's
  a shadow, the
  delicate dark and
  a loving profile.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on August 16, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  GOOD magazine's post The Travel Issue

  At the first opportunity...

  In this period,
  and in its true
  light, the sound
  of a picture forgets
  and emotion in
  the care of a faith;
  a candle reappears,
  a delicate silence
  remembers a river
  and then, at the
  first opportunity,
  I'll love you my
  darling.....

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on August 2, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Art & Design

  response to  Emily Pilloton and Jen Dessinger's post Designs on the Future

  Facing the sea...

  A delicate and
  soft wind is
  blowing near an
  empty space,
  while the curtain
  covers a silky
  notepaper describing
  a picture and the
  love for the youth;
  I call you my
  darkness, I wait
  for a dream......

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on July 20, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Art & Design

  response to  Theo Schell-Lambert and Jen Dessinger's post Fun with Art

  I call you, my dear....

  Like a magical
  fear, in my heart,
  there's always
  a footprint that
  now disappears in
  the light of a pathway,
  and there my
  desire gives an
  attention to some
  beautiful birds.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on July 6, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Matt Schwartz's post GOOD Guide: to the Shadowy Organizations That Rule the World

  With fear in your eyes....

  It's night, the
  tepid tincture of
  the valley invites
  me to escape
  near the sound
  of a woody recall,
  and this in your
  delicate sign, the
  second degree
  of a beautiful kiss...

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on June 22, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Zev Borow's post They Go to Vegas!

  Hello my dear.

  Behind a melody
  the close of the
  day resembles the
  north wind attending
  a field, and this
  water-course appears
  in my mind like
  a delicate sadness
  at the height of
  the season: I wait
  for a pleasure, I dream
  the sunflower.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on June 7, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Jaime Wolf's post They Win Medals!

  The long vigils of the night.

  Near an alley,
  and where magical
  violins look like
  a melody of
  an ancient good
  sense, you hear
  the first light
  of a springtime and
  always, in all its
  meanings, the luminous
  wisdom forgets a
  white candle.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on May 24, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Art & Design

  response to  Andrew Price's post Intermission

  I'm lazy.

  When the night
  comes back
  telling a story, I'm
  lazy: beautiful
  sounds of a primitive
  faith appear in
  my mind, and even
  that arrow describes,
  in a moment, the
  slippery darkness
  of a tender caprice,
  there, where a
  light fades away......

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on May 10, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Andrew Price's post Go Directly To Jail, Do Not Collect $200

  The red carpet of my shoulder.

  Early in the
  morning, when
  gloomy canticles
  rejoice in the
  sound of the quietness,
  I hear a scrupulous
  voice on the sun
  of a summer, while
  a sadness delights
  and discovers a care.
  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on April 26, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Patrick James's post The Mike Wallace Interview

  A witty child in the dreamland.

  There's a witty
  child where
  a beautiful dreamland
  presents the profile
  of a delicate hedge,
  over a feeling, in
  the care of a
  blackbird; and there's
  also that sunset,
  the timid contour
  of a glittering flame.

  Francesco Sinibaldi
  

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  Commented on April 12, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Ligaya Mishan's post Ligaya Mishan on Speakeasy Restaurants

  A canticle and the romance.

  When the sunshine
  returns in the
  light of a gentle
  delight, remember
  the sound of a
  rosy notepaper,
  discover the wisdom
  in the care of a
  beautiful darkness
  and so, in the sky,
  that delicate dream
  will touch your
  profile....

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on March 29, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Art & Design

  response to  danielriley's post Visualization Techniques

  The damask rose and the martin.

  Here, in the
  deep and intense
  atmosphere of
  the first morning,
  the rising sun
  appears in a magical
  sky and always,
  like the light
  of my mind, a
  pleasure returns.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on March 15, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Living

  response to  Patrick James's post The Time Has Come Sunday

  Sadness and melodies.

  Usually, when
  the sound of
  a pine-wood
  touches a care and
  a beautiful darkness,
  I hear a picture
  and a fallen desire,
  and here, in my
  childhood, a flower
  escapes...

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on March 8, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Andrew Price's post I Adore Banh Mi Amore

  The silent sound of a waterfall.

  Near the bush
  where singing
  blackbirds describe
  a signal of care
  I see the beautiful
  darkness, and
  also that sunset,
  when my sound
  fades away, discovers
  a dream and a
  tender idea.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on March 1, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  danielriley's post The Big Ol' Problem with Apostrophes

  Perception of love.

  In a pensive
  pigeon, and near
  the colour of
  a perpetual land,
  there's a resolute
  sound now
  reflecting a savour
  of love, that
  greeting and the
  delicate prudence.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on February 23, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  response to  danielriley's post Six-Word Memoirs

  The light of a new day.

  The light of
  a new day
  solicits a blackbird
  in the care
  of a craving,
  in the beautiful
  darkness of a
  sunny concept,
  in the songs
  of my heart, like
  a tender idea
  now reflecting
  the straw.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on February 16, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Magazine

  response to  GOOD magazine's post Big Ideas!

  Romantic America.

  Romantic America,
  when a rosaceous
  sunset lightens
  the world near a
  frail little brook,
  and where everything
  shines like a
  diamond in the
  heart of a forest ;
  the north wind
  is blowing, the light
  of a fine day
  invents an emotion,
  and I love you
  America....

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on February 9, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Magazine

  response to  GOOD magazine's post Big Ideas!

  The sun and the blackbird.

  Like a nightingale
  coming back in the
  dark I hear a
  glimmer escaping
  in the twigs of
  a quietness, and
  finally a martin,
  smiling and tender.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on February 2, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Reihan Salam's post A Call for Yuppie Communes

  In the cold of my own.

  Last night,
  with a wispher
  in the sunshine
  of a melody, I tried
  to invent the
  sound of a tender
  emotion and also
  my life discovered
  the minute and
  a beautiful child.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on January 26, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  response to  Reihan Salam's post A Call for Yuppie Communes

  A flying and gentle sparrow.

  When the last
  lights of a sunrise
  disappear behind
  a melody I hear
  the song of
  a beautiful sparrow,
  the sound of a
  rank and the rising
  beginning now
  reflecting the pain.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on January 5, 2008 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Andrew Price's post GOOD Movies

  Prudence and the melody.

  Arbours coloured
  by a soft September
  breeze delay in
  the sunshine of a
  beautiful morning,
  and a loving
  profile presents,
  in a moment, the
  taste of a dream.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on December 29, 2007 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Thomas Golianopoulos's post God, Without the Fuss

  The inner part.

  The inner light
  and the beautiful
  and tender narrator
  invent a mutable
  moment, when
  Christmas arrives;
  I see a blackbird
  singing the birth
  of an ancient era,
  the time of my
  life, the care and
  the reason.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on December 22, 2007 by - Sinibaldi

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  Art & Design

  response to  GOOD magazine's post Jonathan and the Whale

  At the Mercy.

  In the resonant
  cypress situated,
  like a trembling
  leaf, in the breath
  of a novel and
  innocent morning,
  a sparrow alights
  and always, in the
  sun’s redness, a
  delicate flake
  discovers a dream.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on December 15, 2007 by - Sinibaldi

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  Culture

  response to  Patrick James's post GOOD Movies

  Breaths and beautiful sounds.

  In the amazing
  song of a little
  blackbird chanting
  alone in a beautiful
  dream I hear
  glimmers of magical
  quietness, the love
  for the dark and
  a tender idea
  recalling the silence.

  Francesco Sinibaldi

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  Commented on December 8, 2007 by - Sinibaldi