THE POISON – Poetry by Charles Baudelaire

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THE POISON The wine can play the most sordid hovel, with a marvelous luxury, and raises more than a fabulous…

THOSE YOUR ORANGES HAIR – Poetry of Paul Eluard

8 years ago

THOSE YOUR ORANGES HAIR Those your hair orange in the emptiness of the world, in the empty glass heavy with…

I CANNOT GIVE A DEFINITION TO WHAT I PAINT – Yves Tanguy: spontaneous landscapes with no preconceived ideas

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YVES TANGUY 1/6 – He was born and died in January, wrapped in the winters of Paris and Woodbury. In…

SHADOWS – Poetry by Henrik Nordbrandt

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SHADOWS So I thought of you and I have written so much about you, not to know who you were.…

WORDS IN THE FORM OF CLOUD OF DUST – Poetry by Octavio Paz

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WORDS IN THE FORM OF CLOUD OF DUST I open the window overlooking anywhere. The window that opens inward. The…

FAREWELL – Poetry by Joseph Alexandrovich Brodsky

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FAREWELL Farewell, forget and forgive. And burn the letters, such as a bridge. And that is your courageous journey, which…

KARLOVASSI BAY – Poetry by Yannis Ritsos

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KARLOVASSI BAY Old houses inhabited by the boos of the night boats. By lampshades hang small wooden ships built with…

CALLE VICENTE GUERRERO, 33 – Welcome to San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico, welcome to the house of the jaguar

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A long and winding road - north of Tuxtla and towards Villahermosa - gives you beautiful scenery, but we are…

THE FLOWERS OF SYSTRASTAPI – Southeast Iceland: a sleeping volcano, the floor of a church and two flowery rocks

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The southeastern part of Iceland is dominated by Vatnajokull glacier. The small villages of Hofn and Kirkjubaejarklaustur (along with some…