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THE LOVE AFFAIRS OF NATHANIEL P. : A beautiful novel of Adele Waldman, but also the life of people close to you

Those  like him, they are men that think to superficial judgment of the people, just make him an emblem of our times. “The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.” –  while you read – it like to open special window over the life of a man, while he search for happiness. Obviously, it is also an inside look at how he …

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PARADISE? SOMETIMES, YOU CAN DRINK: Small barrels and reed mats, Winemakers and cellars. Welcome in the hills of Montepulciano

Jacopo, my name is very Tuscan (and I am proud), but this is a minor thing. Meeting Benches offers me the opportunity to speak to you of my land, and I gather this occasion, to accompany you in a corner of paradise. Do not worry, because this evening – after eating (and drinking, of course) – neither of us will have …

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INDIAN CONTEMPORARY POETRY: With Anita Nair, shaking bells, listening to a catatonic heart

HELLO LASCIVIOUSNESS – By Anita Nair   “I would see due lasciviousness when it arrived, I should have known at this point. Since coming to see you shaking bells on the door, scented sun, grass, of cunning desires. Because you strip a feather on the soul, and stirs your heart catatonic heart, and sends to your brain small rhythmic notes. …

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FOURTH ITINERARY DUTCH: Inside the Renaissance, in Delft, along with Mattijs

Okay. We have already seen Haarlem, Alkmaar and Palei Het Loo, until arriving at Arnhem. Today, I will take you to Delft, but dovemo move gently, because we will find pottery, exquisite manufacturing, everywhere, in the beautiful city that has more than a thousand years old. Like other cities, its origins are linked to beer and tissues, but a fortuitous …

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UNITED COLOURS OF POETRY – Painful inventions grow, while the syllables grow, mute as the flight of birds, in the feelings

PRETEND – F. Pessoa: The poet is a pretender. Pretends so completely, that gets to pretend it is pain, the pain that he really feels. SOMEWHERE – J. Skacel: Poets do not invent poetry. The poem is somewhere back there. It is there from time immemorial. The poet does not do that discover it. INTIMATE UNDERSTANDING – P. Neruda: If …

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VENICE, NOW YOU CAN COME: After the carnival, the city becomes serene. Some travel by Sabrina

Hello, welcome in my city. My name is Sabrina, my desire is to share with you an unusual proposal, to accompany you inside a Venice small and discreet, starting from the hotel, and the restaurant choice. Obviously, you will trust also visit some special place (at least for me, and I hope for you too. Starting from the hotel, I …

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TWO BILLION YEARS LIGHT: The Loneliness, poem by Shuntaro Tanikawa

“On the small globe humans they sleep they get up, work sometimes wish to have companions on Mars. The Martians on their small globe I do not know what to do (perhaps doze, get up a little, work a little?) Sometimes wish to have companions on Earth. This is absolutely safe.     Gravitation means force of attraction of mutual …

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TRAVEL IN HOLLAND: The third route, in the company of friend Mattijs

We have already visited Haarlem and Alkmaar, Hoorn and Palei Het Loo, and today Matthijs is ready to accompany you in the third stage of our itinerary Dutch: De Hoge Veluwe in Arnhem. When we get into the National Park I’m sure you’ll be amazed at seeing 5,500 hectares of forests, bogs, heaths and sand banks. We will be the …

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CHINESE SPRING – Poetry, by Xiao Kaiyu

SPRING – By Xiao Kaiyu “Call me, life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down well. Spring! That stuff! I hate the intelligence clear and talkative. I hate the old hypocrite, most insidious of young hypocrite, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love!     Time slips beyond repair in the …

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YOU HAD SAID – Poetry, by Yukitsuna Sasaki

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki “You said you wanted my son! You’re stupid!   Water running seething in the river, breaks the vortex sound, you are my arms.     A verse of poetry is straight, oscillates in the steam that rises, shaking the earth. “

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