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UNITED COLORS OF ETERNITY – Grains of sand and flight of souls, out of time, including dizziness indefatigable mirrors.

GRAINS OF MILE – On Shih: You and I are like two short-lived, in the midst of the universe. Two grains of millet in the ocean. Great pain is that life is so short. I’d like to hold on to one of the immortals, and go with him. I want to embrace the moon, to stare into eternity. STRANGE FLIGHT …

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FROM SAIGON TO HO CHI MINH: From kites to cycle taxis, in the charm of a pagoda and the mystery of the Cu Chi tunnels

The entire editorial staff of the Meeting Benches read – several times – what a contributor Vietnamese sent us. Only then, each of us has understood the underlying message, the steps that they did not have words. Yes, from Ho Chi Minh City has survived the value of tenacity, and from Saigon, the smell of pragmatism. Thank Nguyen. For friends …

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UNITED COLOURS OF AGE – They tumble blessed days, and passing, the years coming to rot.

BEATITUDES – H. Vaughan: Happy those early days, when only a mile or two, I had moved away from first love. Looking back, from so far away, still I grabbed a flash of his bright face. ARCHI – V. Cardarelli: So childhood is tumbling over the world, and the essay is but a child who complains of being grown up. …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE EROS: Amber fragrant scent of honey bees. Smile back, I’m grass and your eyelashes are arrows over

SIGHS – Anonymous Berber: My breath is like the sound of the skin taut, the rebec in the hand of the player. The fragrance of my dear love, like amber in the hands of the merchant. BOUNDARIES – M. Grillardi: I listened to the beautiful sound of your voice irradiated silver. I longed for the delicate line that marks the …

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TENDERNESS OF A MORNING AND THE WONDER OF A SUNSET: With Narissara, Thailand, visiting with new eyes what a travel catalog does not know.

Narissara (smart woman, in her language), introduces us to her country, Thailand. To her choice, she chose not to accompany the readers of Meetings Benches in the collective imagination that brings together all the tourists – especially those in the West – telling the places that always in the tenderness of a morning or in the wonder of a sunset, …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE PAST: With bright or dark horror joy, dancing in the grass seeds made of flesh

ROOTS OF HEAVENLY – Li-chi, the Chinese text: All things have their roots in the sky. The man is rooted in his ancestors. JOYFUL DANCE – R. Carrieri: We find ourselves in the ancestors, as slaves of a dance. We repeat the arrogance, and a joy with no hope. INDELIBLY OBLIVION – T. Hardy: I’m the face of the family. …

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“PYAN DOR MAI.” SEE YOU IN YANGON: Four pagodas, the National Museum and Bogyoke Market. Welcome to Burma

After the paradise of Florida, we have received a number of editorial contributions from Asia. Among them, Meeting Benches chose that of a woman, because the entire staff has closely seen the extraordinary simplicity and freshness of the style of Nargis (who also sent us a picture of her). Looking at your beautiful eyes blacks, we enter in your travel …

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UNITED COLORS OF WOMEN: Shell shiny distant regions. Riva enchanted, where the bees buzzing among red apples

SHINE – O. Elitis: She is not increased by the king alone. A girl shining like a shell, bringing the wind coming down in a basket. FLARE – C. Sbarbaro: There was the woman, the day would not dawn; star would not, or dew at night; no water or threads of the grass land. Without the sky on his head, …

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THE KEYS TO HEAVEN? IN FLORIDA: From the air, or water, in the same blue color. Not to mention a dinner at The Fish House

What we are submerged is not water, but an incredible amount of beautiful travel stories, Florida. Twice already, Benches Meeting hosted the editorial contributions of friends and readers, but now we are forced to add a new one, because a reader sent us his email, along with the keys of heaven. Thank you, Georgia. For any reader who wishes to …

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UNITED COLORS OF DESTINY: A silent reflection, something limitless, others, inside you

STRANGE FRUIT – Pindar: Of the men, around the minds, they hang endless errors, and none can ever predict such fates mature. MERGERS – St. Solmi: Our destiny runny, like a molten metal into a mold specially prepared by Celestial. Different for each of us. We realize that only when the metal has solidified, and the die is cast. IMPASSABILITY …

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