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WITH GERRIT ACHTERBERG: Listening, among the flowers and the wind, the memory of his beloved

Gerrit Achterberg was a Dutch poet, born in Langbroek in one day in May 1905 His literary activity has been channeled into the Protestant religion. Of the four volumes of his poems (out, RO, Radar and Cycle horde), you too can find words with scientific relevance, but you’ll have to imagine that that was his special way, and original, to …

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THE FANTASTIC WORLD OF DINA REICH: The forbidden love and the ordeal, the dense black of the night and in the morning the gold Redeemer

The veil of hypocrisy has been ripped apart, when she was accused of having committed adultery, considered by her community as the most unpardonable sin. Perhaps, you think that this novel is – like many others – a common history of extramarital love. You are wrong, because the author of the book has been able to offer seemingly ordinary human …

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FRIDA, DAYS OF SUMMER: The Brave and tenderness, waiting for the darkness of oblivion

DARK NIGHTS AND BLEAK Summer 2014 – Frida   “Nights dark and gloomy only to hand me reggesti, soft and gentle on your eyes matured in sweetness, joy welled up your face; The return to childhood and the children huddle with the fear of getting lost forever, oblivion … And realize, That slightly, in an instant, a night, a slight …

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HEART OF DARKNESS: Where silently fades the light of hope, on the edge of the horizon, which we call “life”

Over a century ago, he wrote for us the story of a special adventure, a journey into the human soul, a complex exploration of existential sinkholes of man. Sure, maybe you’ve already read this book, but Teodor Konrad Nalecz Warzeniowski – Joseph Conrad – can be read again, and I invite you to do so, because the atmospheres and moods …

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JAW TIGHT: Large rain drops on a green grass and bright. How many evenings here watching you

CLENCHED JAWS Fall 2013, by Frida   “Large drops of rain on a green grass and bright How many evenings here watching you Evoking delight for old seasons go Just to fight boredom   clenched jaw Cellmate You, too, only And distorted, Tell me about your travels beyond the grave, your spirit has taken too strong? Torments, justice, dead bodies, …

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LEARN TO LISTEN TO YOUR HEART: Whoever you are, wherever you are, even if you’re just a shepherd, with a great desire to travel

Perhaps, too, traveling can meet special people, those who can read you the pages of a book that you’ve lost your memory. Sure, whatever work you do and the place where you live, do not forget what we wrote for a man born in Rio de Janeiro, Paulo Coelho, “is the possibility of realizing a dream that makes our life …

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THE CULTURAL LANDSCAPE OF LEDNICE E VALTICE: In the heart of Europe, but also in the soul of those who let themselves be carried away by their charm

Yes, today I received your small parcel, one containing the book which I had loaned. I have noticed that its pages are full of your presence, so full of phrases highlighted, and also to your clipboard. This what I like, because it shows your interest in what I wanted to share with you. Of course, I am happy to meet …

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TORMENTS, SONGS AND CARTOONS: Looking a sweet face, with Frida

BLACK SPOTS Fall 2013 – Frida   “Black spots, On your sweet face once candid: dark spots …! The torments, songs, cartoons (…) Watch timed! I keep waiting for you but while always on my days and thick lenses my sad, long, chants mental … What a pain, that torment your absence. I end up detestarti so as not to …

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THE SMILE AND TEARS: With Frida, under his playful clouds

CLOUDS Autumn, 2013, by Frida   “Mixed Feelings penis piercing mouths of misleading cripples on the streets of silicon walkers minds of barrels full of gold to adorn with laurel.   Dilapidated cloud playful, it’s raining, the ground is muddy, keep cheeks with honey, I close in the evenings with love Sun and wind.”

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HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to …

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