I WRITE THE WORD “MUTE” I write the word ‘mute’ into the condensation on the window. I breath across it again and write your name. Then lick the letters off the glass, pretending my tongue is a mop for souls. We have the evenness of our hands, to survey the unevenness of our lives. (Nathan Shepherdson) http://www.amazon.it/Sweeping-Light-Back-Into-Mirror/dp/0702235695

MAN TIGER A thousand voices of Indonesia, in a novel. Modernity and ancestral beliefs, in the darkness of a family, in a small town. A murder, wrapped from abuse and magic, and the life of Margio, a human being from the liminal existential dimension. Also a white tiger, gets inside the pages of the novel, and in the life of …

I WANT TO I want to love you with simple way; with words that the wood didnt get to say to the fire which burn it into ashes I want to love you with simple way; with cues that the cloud didnt get deliver to the rain that make it disappear. (Djoko Damono) http://www.amazon.com/Suddenly-night-poetry-Sapardi-Damono/dp/9798083008

BALAL BALALAM – SHIRAZ FOLK SONG https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hyu2axz7x3E

CHEHELSALEGHI / A FORTY YEARS Forty years. Iranian women, seen through the eyes of the writer. Reading the novel you will not find chador blacks, and even jealous men, but the female, the age of forty years, in Tehran. Observe women educated and combative, mothers and wives, in the charm of a beauty no longer age. You will also discover …

THE DEEP NIGHT I speak from the depths of the night, from the depths of darkness, and from the depths of the night. I speak, if you come to my house, man. Bring a light and a window, I can look through, the happy crowd in the alley. (Forough Farrokhzad) http://www.amazon.com/Sin-Selected-Poems-Forugh-Farrokhzad/dp/1557289484

TRADITIONAL INDIAN MUSIC TO THE DELIGHT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFGXKk–dWE