TAO TE CHING, THE NOTHING THAT LIGHTS: A wheel, a clay pot and a house. They exist, but they stimulate your present, observing them with new eyes

I am happy to meet you again, our Thai friend sent us his new written contribution, that is his email – rather short, but full of ideas for nice existential reflections – where she expands some concepts related to the Tao, that is the way which it is possible to live with moderation their human experience. This is a brief ...

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TWO SNOWFLAKES AND A DESERT CHOCOLATE SHOP: Live, coloring emotions sunrises and sunsets, in anticipation of what identifies you and complete, like you, like a snowflake

…………………………Jaques Delors, did not know for what reason physiological, or genetic engineering, he was accustomed to associate with the colors sensory spheres of his emotions. He knew that this curious phenomenon called synesthesia, was typical of the intellectual capacity of some individuals – approximately 3% of humans, in particular in the artists, musicians and poets – with memory and cognitive ...

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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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RUST OF TIME: Along with Jacopo and Bianca, to observe dresses gold brocade waistcoats and delicious, beautiful illuminated books and spurs encrusted

……………………….I have not forgotten books that my parents would give me, to accompany my penchant for historical knowledge, and to learn about the life of one of the illegitimate sons of Pandolfo III, that Sigismondo Pandolfo which, designed by Leon Battista Alberti, he erect a Fano the Renaissance tomb to house the tomb of his father. One of the tombs ...

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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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EMOTIONS IN TRAVEL: Travel in Italy, the book-illustrated atlas published by Meeting Benches, which also opens your heart to the charm of the Italian Renaissance

It is known as the “Stendhal Syndrome,” but also as “Florence Syndrome”, where the city is often manifested by dizziness and hallucinations that affect tourists in visual contact with the emotions and psychic Renaissance art, of which the city is impregnated. During his trip to Italy in 1817, Marie-Henri Beyle – Stendhal – had been in Florence, leaving the description ...

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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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LETTER FROM A BATTLEFIELD: Stealing bottles of wine and listen to the cawing of the crows, with strange women’s clothing in a backpack, which in Vienna are called underpants

………………………………………….. At the dawn of the eight October, we crossed the border of Saxony, together with all the light cavalry led personally by our Marshal Murat. When five days after we crossed Jena, I did as my comrades, robbing the houses a couple of bottles of liquor. I was tired and it was really cold. As you know, Magdalenka, my ...

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A SUNSET IN SEPTEMBER ON THE HILL OF BECKOV: No threat of the Ottoman incursion, but the ruins of the castle keep the pulse of time

Thank you for sending me your travel notes on Beckovský hrad, the stony castle ruin near Beckov, in western Slovakia. I checked that was built in the thirteenth century, on a huge rock overlooking the river Vah, in order to protect the borders of the Kingdom of Hungary, the threat of the Ottoman incursions. Since 1388, as thou hast written, ...

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