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I SING I SWIM, BY SEABEAR: When poetry feel into musical notes

“When the birds are sleeping, that’s when the trees sing, you left your winter clothes, and your teeth marks in my skin. So shake the leaves off the trees, watch them float down the stream. Your son, your daughter swimming in the water, and I miss you, even when you’re around, I’m a black cloud, sending lightning to the ground. …

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FROM THE COLLECTION “SOUL” – A poem by Birgitta Trotzig

“I see in the green area indefinitely, whispering infinite body of whispers, languages, languages and green eyes, reflexes and mobility, moisture, sparks of light – how they are separate, I do not have a separate, I’m in an eye, everything is mirages and whispers, light in a dark mirror errs increasingly far into the woods reflection”.

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TRIP TO SCANDINAVIA, THE SECOND STAGE: From Skagen in Copenhagen, in the heart of Denmark, along with Arne, smelling the scent of Andersen

From Flensburg to Skagen, was the first part of our trip to Scandinavia. I hope you slept well in our small motorhome. I made you breakfast. I’ve already eaten, now I go out a little, to stretch my legs and take some pictures of Skagen. I will use one of our two bikes, to get up to the old lighthouse …

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UNITED COLOURS OF THE PRESENT – Surrendering among the roses, hope and forget, watching the smile that starts in the eyes

MOMENTS – A. Palazzeschi: This, unknown, in a moment of abandonment and neglect, silences in my body, in this point, the evil word “I” as a that of a dead person. FAR FROM THE ANGELS – J. Carrera Andrade: I was born in the century of the death of the rose, when the engine had already run away the angels. …

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TRIP TO SCANDINAVIA: First leg of the journey, from Flensburg in Skagen

Good Morning. Ready to go? Well, this morning – from Flensburg to Skagen – we expect about 500 km of road. As you see, we have already crossed the invisible border between Germany and Denmark, but do not ask me to stop in Tonder to buy lace, because the journey is long. If you want (your imagining a return to …

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AFTER EARLY MORNING – Poetry, by Inger Christensen

AFTER EARLY MORNING “After the first morning I look for the faint flue language. Again and again I kiss the memory of the waken! waken! The sun and the wings that will mix,, in brown steam morning. What you have given to my thoughts is the opposition of the sting hidden in my flower pounds. What you have given me …

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LITTLE TRIP TO THE SCANDINAVIAN POETRY: Tomas Tranströmer

COUPLE – by Tomas Tranströmer   “Shuts off the light, but its white bell jar still gleams an instant, before vanishing altogether as a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then he gets up, and the walls of the hotel they rush into the darkness of the sky. The movements of love are exhausted, and they sleep, but most secret …

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TO THE GREAT NORTH: With Arne, between men and landscapes shaped by nature, the immense scenery of Scandinavia

Normally, people think of Northern Europe in the same way: a boundless Lapland. In the eyes of those who have visited Scandinavia, imagination leads to the vision of the tundra, reindeer and forests. Error. I am a man born and raised in Norway, I can give you a formal guarantee that my land is rich in many other testimonies, and …

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ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG – By Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh, alias “Nescio”

ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG “White swans, black swans Who’s going to sail with me to England? England is closed The key is broken And there is no blacksmith [to be found] in the land Who can repair that key come forward, come forward Those at the back should come to the front.” (Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh)

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A STUPENDOUS BUNCH OF FLOWERS: Fifth and final itinerary Dutch, along with Mattijs

We have seen Already Haarlem, Alkmaar and Palei Het Loo, until arriving at Arnhem and Delft. Today is our last excursion Dutch, a very special stage (certainly the most colorful) among those that I have proposed: a tour in the fields of flowers. Yes, 30 km – between Leiden and Haarlem – in an area called Bloembollenstreek. What I will …

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