WELCOME IN MYANMAR: Tale Travel, straddling the Tropic of Cancer

I am here. I am Marco, an Italian just returned from Burma, straddling the Tropic of Cancer. Benches meeting offers me the opportunity to travel a short reviews and comments, and I will offer it. In fact, in my experience as a traveler, this time I came home with two distinct experiences: a material (the memory of the Irrawaddy River …

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CHAGALL, A DISTANT LIGHT: Source unquenchable of love suspended in the delicacy of the nuances, wrapped in sinuous forms

“How beautiful you are, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil. Your hair is a flock of goats, that descend from the slopes of Gilead.” Moishe Segal, Mark Zacharovič Šagalov, Marc Chagall. Three identity for a jew Russian born in a summer of 1887, a human naturalizzatosi and died French, in the spring of 1985. …

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WALKING IN SOLITUDE: Poetry, by L. De Vega

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

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EDGE OF THE ABYSS: Speaking of love, with Boris Cyrulnik

Yes, even the soul has its wounds. This tells us a French neuropsychiatrist – Boris Cyrulnik – the innovator of the circuits invisible of emotions and feelings. Not with poems, and not even with a novel, he takes us on pages full of sense. http://www.amazon.it/Parlare-damore-sullorlo-dellabisso-Cyrulnik/dp/8876848703 Almost as an architect, but without using brick and reinforced concrete, the physician-writer reminds us …

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UNITED COLORS OF NOTHING – Walls and doors of anything, anywhere, in heaven and on earth, sinking in the perfection of nothingness

CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down …

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