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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdPQR25nnKs (Mykola Lysenko)

NEAR WILD HEART       Imagine a prism, imagine that right inside of it a light illuminates the wild heart of life. Imagine that Joana – the protagonist of this novel – is wrapped in that light, living and dreaming, dreaming of a school inside the forest and cats drinking milk, in small plates of gold. That little girl …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgtEUr_n9vM (Sergej Vasil’evič Rachmaninov)

DEAD SOULS You should imagine a Russia far, particular and mysterious, get to see an affable trafficker in “dead souls”. That was the way of looking at people with no money and good birth. The serfs. Imagine, now, that the newcomer is particularly imaginative, that his mind analyze the possibility of reducing taxes for the benefit of “living souls”, ie …

ROMANTIC MOON When the moon shines in the night mist, with his scythe tender and shiny, my soul aspires to another world, enchanted by infinite distances. The woods, the mountains, the snow-white peaks, I hasten in dreams as a spirit sick, I watch the world peaceful, and softly cry and breath the moon. I absorb this pale splendor, as an …

THE SEA (Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY4o2G6hmaQ  

BREATH ON MARBLE Imagine a remote farm in Lithuania, imagine a family with a child suffering from a serious illness. In that place, in that family, he is greeted a child, an adopted son. Leafing through the pages, the writer will give you intense emotions, all wrapped in the psychological nuances of the protagonists of the novel. The opportunity to …

LITHUANIA You are small, you easily holds the palm of Ciurlionis, you are our slice of bread and butter on the table of the world, apparecchiata festively. Microscopic point on the globe, steel plate on the armor of Grünwald, residual Pirciupiai in the heat of the blood, crystal drop of a lake blue, green dawn of a fallow field, rain …

THE SKY Window without railing, without frames, without glass. An opening and nothing beyond, only amplitude. I do not have to wait for a clear night, nor raise his head to look at the sky. The sky I behind, arm and on the eyelids. The sky around me tightly, and lifts me from below. Even the highest mountains, is not …

HEART OF DARKNESS A novel that fades into a tale, a tale that becomes a novel. Conrad, a writer of Polish origin, accompanies you in the pages of the wild jungle, one that you will see come to life around you, listening to the rustles of it, along with the majesty of its dark mystery that envelops Kurtz, the main …

INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY Infant holy, for His bed a cattle stall. Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, Nowells ringing, tidings bringing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping, vigil till the morning new. Saw the glory, heard the story,tidings of a Gospel true. Thus …