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THE SMILE AND TEARS: With Frida, under his playful clouds

CLOUDS Autumn, 2013, by Frida   “Mixed Feelings penis piercing mouths of misleading cripples on the streets of silicon walkers minds of barrels full of gold to adorn with laurel.   Dilapidated cloud playful, it’s raining, the ground is muddy, keep cheeks with honey, I close in the evenings with love Sun and wind.”

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WELCOME TO MEETING BENCHES: Where writing, reading and traveling

Welcome to Meeting Benches, where writing, reading and traveling. “Past and Present” are ” Here and Now “, our proposal calls any web-traveler to sit at the desk of our Meeting Benches to share his/her own emotions, to know other people and to observe new horizons. Choose a bench where you can publish what you write (a short excerpt of ...

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HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to ...

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TAO TE CHING, THE NOTHING THAT LIGHTS: A wheel, a clay pot and a house. They exist, but they stimulate your present, observing them with new eyes

I am happy to meet you again, our Thai friend sent us his new written contribution, that is his email – rather short, but full of ideas for nice existential reflections – where she expands some concepts related to the Tao, that is the way which it is possible to live with moderation their human experience. This is a brief ...

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MEETING BENCHES, A YEAR LATER: A window on the web, the desire for a summer solstice, born on a bench in September

For Hesiod, in its essence, the house is the woman and ox plowing. For Archilochus, in front of their houses girls playing with leaves of myrtle and roses fresh, and offer their hair to her shoulders and slight shadow behind. For children, if you have seen some of their designs, you’ll have noticed that their house has special places, but ...

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UNITED COLORS OF WORDS: Letters of the alphabet that clot in words, giving to every corner of the planet blue, all shades of poetry

GOODBYE, GOODBYE, MY BEAUTIFUL HOLLAND – by Bertus Aafjes Farewell, land of small gardens And of salciuoli creak; country where cows are reflected flipped in the gray ditches. Explained, tricolor bell tower; peasant, put your hand on her hip; blowing, zephyr, as never before; Holland, in May you shine as Gorter; beggars, a song from your Canzoniere; mother, one last gesture ...

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A SUNSET IN SEPTEMBER ON THE HILL OF BECKOV: No threat of the Ottoman incursion, but the ruins of the castle keep the pulse of time

Thank you for sending me your travel notes on Beckovský hrad, the stony castle ruin near Beckov, in western Slovakia. I checked that was built in the thirteenth century, on a huge rock overlooking the river Vah, in order to protect the borders of the Kingdom of Hungary, the threat of the Ottoman incursions. Since 1388, as thou hast written, ...

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A FRIDA TOGETHER ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life

A FRIDA TOGETHER, ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life. FUNIVIE – September 2013, by Frida “Cable cars covered with plastic and patches magnifying glasses for daily glitches longing for the perfection of the usual good life … Footprints, tracks, shards of glass left on ...

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AN AFTERNOON, IN VIENNA: The Wonder of the past, over the stones. The joy of summer in your eyes

Moving in Vienna,                                          to stir old memories blackened by time,                             not in memory.         Looking to check carefully absorbed what hides the multitude, but that loneliness returns.           The astonishment over the stones, it is next to that in the eyes but your steps collect both, in your face lost.         ...

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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

PEOPLE – autumn 2013, by Frida   “People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a guy winks, the other drooling, and all together sing in chorus’ve got no desire! Cess of the station with a woman the mirror and the toilet overflowing of diarrhea. I’m around are glossy, I’m around there helmet, I am strong ...

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