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THE CULTURAL LANDSCAPE OF LEDNICE E VALTICE: In the heart of Europe, but also in the soul of those who let themselves be carried away by their charm

Yes, today I received your small parcel, one containing the book which I had loaned. I have noticed that its pages are full of your presence, so full of phrases highlighted, and also to your clipboard. This what I like, because it shows your interest in what I wanted to share with you. Of course, I am happy to meet …

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TORMENTS, SONGS AND CARTOONS: Looking a sweet face, with Frida

BLACK SPOTS Fall 2013 – Frida   “Black spots, On your sweet face once candid: dark spots …! The torments, songs, cartoons (…) Watch timed! I keep waiting for you but while always on my days and thick lenses my sad, long, chants mental … What a pain, that torment your absence. I end up detestarti so as not to …

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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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POETRY AND THE LIFE: Exploring and affect, with Gerrit Achterberg

Born in Langbroek in a spring day in 1905, and died in Leusden 57 years later, in a winter day. This is the horizon of the human experience of a Dutch man, Gerrit Achterberg, who has not resigned to the death of the beloved woman, a poet of the Protestant religion that has left us almost surreal pages where technical …

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

“The small, naked, looking at the sky, and in his mind astray climbed a question: Where ever the road to heaven? Heaven did not answer, only the stars sparkled, tears in the silent night.” He, a Bengali, in 1913 Nobel Prize for literature, he created schools, hospitals and roads, but also the Visva Bharati University, a special place where art …

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

In 1990 was published the entire collection of his poems, but he has also written several travel books. Lambertus Johannes Jacobus Aafjes (friends Bertus Aafjes), has received for his commitment to the literary prize “Tollensprijs” because it was from 1940 that he had begun to commit to paper the results of his restless temperament. Born in Amsterdam in one day …

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

Margaretha Droogleever Leenmans-Fortuyn, a physician of Amsterdam, a Dutch woman professional neurologist, a child psychiatrist, a neurologist wife and mother of three children, but also balanced and spontaneous poet, has given us some collections of his verse (Parks and deserts, The phoenix and landscapes and faces, views and visions). In the pages of his poems, his essays and novels, the …

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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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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

Hello, I have received your postcard – from an elliptical island, known as “The Black Pearl” – contains the image of a house, but the strange house made ​​of stones intrigued me, so I did some research and found that it has an area of ​​83 sq km and has a maximum height of 836 meters above the sea level, …

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