THE DUST OF TIME: Looking scars and fractures, leather gloves and doublets

……………………………………….The face of Pandolfo III Malatesta still in the grip, the remains of the shroud, and his right hand still has the remnants of his leather glove. On the chest, the shroud is broken, and suggests a doublet of velvet crimson-red, with shoulders and puffy sleeves. Chest and cuffs of the garment, wear a row of identical buttons. Under the ...

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AN OLD NOTEBOOK, AT PLACE DAUPHINE: The extraordinary life of a soldier of the first Napoleonic Empire

……………………………………. Across the Seine at the bridge on the Boulevard Henry IV, the two left-handers had passed the Isle Saint-Louis and Notre Dame, crossing the river again, later, on the Pont Neuf, but only after Austerlitz he added a memory of Place Dauphine to their walk. Among the books and prints of one of the many stalls, her skin was ...

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THROUGH THE EYES OF WANG WEI: Observe legs that run and eyes looking

A Chinese poet of the Tang Dynasty, a devotee of Zen Buddhism, not fond of court life, deeply in love with the solitude and secluded places, but also a musician and statesman. In his four hundred poems, Wang Wei is remembered for his extraordinary talent in painting nature not only with colors and brushes, but also with words. One of ...

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TATRA MOUNTAINS, SLOVAKIA: A cave and a sterile mask, covering the nose and mouth, looking at what remains of the lives of others

………………………… Commissioner Hochschorner was devouring a siren wailing thirty kilometers from Poprad separated locations on the high hills of the Tatra Mountains. He took the road for 67 Velka Lomnica, and then turning on the 540 had taken the road 67, just before Tatranska Kotlina, but the last few miles of switchbacks had slowed his fast. Reached his destination he ...

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A WALK WITH XIAO KAIYU: Let call from the void and silence

Xiao Kaiyu, a journalist in Shanghai, but also a poet attentive to the things that describes social realities or events related personal emotions. Oddly enough, this man was born in China in 1962 tells us about his nation today in a special way, namely classical and Taoist. He is not a nozionista, in fact, he loves the blank tire and ...

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COURTESAN HONEST AND THE MAN OF ARMS: Hearts delicate and strong, armed and trained to win

………………………………………….Bianca Maidanchini is a fictitious name, but her story, fictionalized here, is based on the life of Veronica Franco, a courtesan honest lived in Venice in the second half of the sixteenth century. Even today, her poems are read all over the world, because in her own way has been able to give continuity to her original choice of life, ...

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REMEMBERING THE NETHERLANDS: Paradise regained, with Hendrik Marsman

Imagine being 40 years old, imagine that your country has been invaded at the beginning of World War II, imagine being on board a ship that takes you over the English Channel, in England, where you can continue to write your poems intense and full of vitality. This was the last trip of Hendrik Marsman, a Dutch poet, who drowned ...

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BLACK ON WHITE, WHITE ON BLACK: The steps of involvement, from stone carvings of Cheke, pastry Ghigi Morciano

………………………….In those days, the city is now home to two million inhabitants kept the original look cosmopolitan, for coexistence among Europeans, Africans, Pakistanis, Arabs and Indians. Did not escape their attention to the presence of temples of different religions, arranged in close proximity to each other, a symbol of peaceful coexistence among believers. Visiting the National Museum in Nairobi, long ...

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A HUT ON THE HILL 717: A hill and a dirt road, still waiting for a sunset of blood

……………………………..Marco Curtej had graduated in electronic engineering at the Technical University of Prague, exactly twenty years before the Summer Solstice, which like every year bothered him, but not only because the Sun was at its Zenith, and that day was the longest of ‘year. He was born and has always lived in Sokol, in his parents’ home on Kostolianska, with ...

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WALKING IN THE STREETS OF HOCHELAGA: Montreal, a multiethnic city capable of being brilliantly creative, even with a temperature of twenty degrees below zero

Hello. Today I write to you from a place called Hochelaga, a village on the island of San Lorenzo, now no longer inhabited by Iroquois Indians. In 1535, Jacques Cartier, a French explorer, was observed over a hill that Canadian fortified place, and decided to use a new name, “Mons Realis”, ie Mount Royal. Obviously, what I have been able ...

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