RABINDRANATH TAGORE, THE WONDER OF A BENGALI: He questioned the sky with emotion, look for the tears of the night

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"The small, naked, looking at the sky, and in his mind astray climbed a question: Where ever the road to…

A LANTERN FOR A BLIND: In the moonlight, with Bertus Aafjes, watching the small circles of the property nudity beloved

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In 1990 was published the entire collection of his poems, but he has also written several travel books. Lambertus Johannes…

AT THE FEAST OF MARGARETHA VASALIS: Looking at the faded flower never remember you

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Margaretha Droogleever Leenmans-Fortuyn, a physician of Amsterdam, a Dutch woman professional neurologist, a child psychiatrist, a neurologist wife and mother…

PEOPLE TIRED AT THE BAR: Frida listen, even for you, sad music at the bar. She is lucid enough to recognize that your eyes are cold

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PEOPLE - autumn 2013, by Frida   "People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a…

COME ALONG WITH ME AT OGIGIA: Do not look for the island, because you can not find in any geographical map, but only inside your deepest desire of light and sea

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Hello, I have received your postcard - from an elliptical island, known as "The Black Pearl" - contains the image…

A WALK WITH XIAO KAIYU: Let call from the void and silence

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Xiao Kaiyu, a journalist in Shanghai, but also a poet attentive to the things that describes social realities or events…

A DAY WITH JAN ENGELMAN: The face that sinks in flowers, singing in the wind in the spring, under the blue sky

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Dying in the early spring of 1972, leaving behind her the birth of a child of 24 years, his love…

JAN JACOB SLAUERHOFF: nymphs, fauns the regret of one and the children playing on the lawn, surrounded by leaves dying

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Jan Jacob Slauerhoff, a neo-romantic poet born in Leeuwarden in the Netherlands a day in late summer of 1898, he…

REMEMBERING THE NETHERLANDS: Paradise regained, with Hendrik Marsman

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Imagine being 40 years old, imagine that your country has been invaded at the beginning of World War II, imagine…

THE HANDS OF ADRIAAN ROLAND HOLST: Where the pale sea foam, while the wind and the time they spend on your heart, above the sea horizon

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Adriaan Roland Holst, a Dutch poet, was born in Amsterdam in one day in May 1888 his first volume of…