December 17, 2017 3:30 am

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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A WOMAN OF A SOVEREIGN CHOICE: Sand of the Camargue, a sunset and a camera, to capture an emotion

………………………………Collecting sand from his box of dreams, Petra thought it well to take the strange branch at its feet, which he wrote in English with an Irish thought: “When God created time, he has done enough.” Bet his Nikon D90 with 16-85 lens, high definition entrusted its 12.3-megapixel the task of preserving the memory also. The expectation is related to ...

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A FRIDA TOGETHER ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life

A FRIDA TOGETHER, ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life. FUNIVIE – September 2013, by Frida “Cable cars covered with plastic and patches magnifying glasses for daily glitches longing for the perfection of the usual good life … Footprints, tracks, shards of glass left on ...

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LONG AND STRAIGHT, RAN THE ROAD: With moist eyes, and heart racing wildly, waiting for the roar of the crash

…………………………..Mamma Emma, hitherto careful to listen at the door, went in triumph to make matters worse, but quickly silenced by her husband came to the door, opening it completely. The interview was over, George was an unwelcome person, had to go. “Giorgio Sorry about that, you should not have come, they can not understand, you can not really stay with ...

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AN AFTERNOON, IN VIENNA: The Wonder of the past, over the stones. The joy of summer in your eyes

Moving in Vienna,                                          to stir old memories blackened by time,                             not in memory.         Looking to check carefully absorbed what hides the multitude, but that loneliness returns.           The astonishment over the stones, it is next to that in the eyes but your steps collect both, in your face lost.         ...

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PEOPLE TIRED AT THE BAR: Frida listen, even for you, sad music at the bar. She is lucid enough to recognize that your eyes are cold

PEOPLE – autumn 2013, by Frida   “People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a guy winks, the other drooling, and all together sing in chorus’ve got no desire! Cess of the station with a woman the mirror and the toilet overflowing of diarrhea. I’m around are glossy, I’m around there helmet, I am strong ...

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WALKING IN ANCIENT FANO: A small bell tower and courtyards of novice nuns, who still retain their fragile secrets

……………………………….At 170 meters as the crow flies from where I’m sitting now, I would have found the convent of the Benedictine Nuns of Saint Archangel, with its church, but today is only the semicircular apse in brick small, incorporated in middle school Padalino state. At 50 meters from the smell of my hot “moretta”, now remains only a stone arch ...

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COME ALONG WITH ME AT OGIGIA: Do not look for the island, because you can not find in any geographical map, but only inside your deepest desire of light and sea

Hello, I have received your postcard – from an elliptical island, known as “The Black Pearl” – contains the image of a house, but the strange house made ​​of stones intrigued me, so I did some research and found that it has an area of ​​83 sq km and has a maximum height of 836 meters above the sea level, ...

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