December 16, 2017 12:10 pm

NOTHING TO DO, WITH THE COMFORTS FOR WESTERN TOURISTS: It was the magic of Africa that crept, into their soul, not to abandon them again

………………. As nightfalls on the last day of travel, both discovered with joy that their field you could see the rich hues of pink sunset, enjoying the fish of Lake Turkana, and then attend a local dance of the native Samburu. Nothing to do with the comforts reserved for Western tourists, the edges of the village everything was authentic and ...

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GUIDOBALDO WAS WAITING FOR HIM: The Duke, explained to his guest the significance of each of the paintings on the walls, that represented the liberal arts, symbolized by female figures on thrones

…………………….. Guidobaldo II della Rovere was waiting for him in the great library of the palace, he dispensed with the bow due to him for the difference in rank, and took his arm asking him news of the Pope and the family who was awaiting at Montecodruzzo his new count. Walking to the studiolo, the Duke explained to his guest ...

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ON THE FOURTEENTH OF THE RUE DESCARTES: Marketa and Irina, didn’t have to get rid of the bra and not even take off her panties

……………….. The fourteenth of Rue Descartes, all the shutters on the windows were open, but only those on the third floor had been left ajar. The Sun of the morning of the end of November didn’t bother what the discretion of the penumbra guaranteed to laborious-sex ants they were going to complete their work shift. Marketa and Irina, didn’t have ...

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THE FRANCESCO RESTAURANT WAS FULL: As a good cop, the inspector who had grown up in Marco Curtej took over the serial killer Jetruc Mathias, managing impulse emergency

……………………. In that lovely summer evening, the Francesco restaurant was full, because a reservation e-mail from the Hotel Arcadia in Bratislava had requested a table for two, possibly in one of the romantic interior lounges where you could eat the soft light of candle. Therefore, the customer had indicated, Dr. Cinzia Ynat, with eyes that speaks of a farewell to ...

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UNITED COLORS OF THE SEA: Joyful seagulls and fish friends, children playing among the mirrors of light, waiting for the storms, inside sea shells

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish ...

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GIORGIO ARMANI, AN ANCIENT FEELING: Meet what amazes you, in the suggestion of architectural languages of Bramante, an amazing man, a gift of the Italian Renaissance

I dress Armani, Giorgio Armani, but not because it sets the trend, rather, because the things that he imagines and transformed into clothes, or perfume, they have – at least for me – all an identical feature: tonal, join what I are “inside”, what I want to be “out”. Hello, I’m Michele, an Italian, and I live in Milan, from ...

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GOLDEN DRESS – By Du Qiu Niang

            “Do not look for dresses with golden threads but grabs the time of youth.             You can take the flower to his blossoming Do not wait to shake a stem withered.”

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MORNING SPRING – By Bai Ju Yi

              “It ‘s spring, sleep and not feel the morning coming. Wherever you hate birds sing.             On the night noises coming of rain and wind. Who knows how many flowers will fall?”  

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NIGHT THOUGHTS – By Li Bai

“In front of my bed, the moon illuminates the earth. as reflections of frost.         I look up the shining moon, then bowed his head: my land is far away.”        

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