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TAKE OVER WITH ME IN HIGH PROVENCE: Between fields and woods, at 160 kilometers from the sea in Nice, let groped by loneliness

Really – excuse us if we will do this confession – we knew your country French, Bercelonnette. Sure, it’s such a small town (and so far away from the normal tourist routes), which only a guide named Madelaine, that you could take us by the hand, leading us on your Alps, those of Haute Provence. Thank you, Madelaine, also to …

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UNITED COLORS OF MEMORIES: Stones dissolved and no tears, transgressions that sealed through the doors of the Failed

ANTIQUE – By W. Soyinka “Without tears as dry leaves, sealed with the stems of the desert, we have lost the hope of green nature trails. Their tracks are greener, who violate their ancient reservoirs, with steel rails, and iron structures.” FINDS – By E. A. Poe “We are powerless, us, pale stones. Not all our power is dissolved.”   …

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A CHRISTMAS TREE IN THE ISLAND OF MALLORCA: Come to the square of Palma. In December, you will not find a fir tree, next to his medieval quarters, living the Mediterranean charm that you’ve already known, within the frame of his incredible spring temperature

The story of the journey that thou hast offered is unusual because it “dated.” The enthusiasm with which thou hast described your days away, however, is pleasant, alive and well detailed. Even if you tell us the beauty of 1993, the fishing village of Puerto de Soller is alive, in your own words. Thank you, Mariasol, to have given to …

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UNITED COLORS OF SPAIN: Ground water and wood and leaf, above the earth smooth, contemplating life with you

POETRY – By Joseba Sarraionandia “The poetry created the earth, the earth created water, the water created the wood, Wood created the leaf, the leaf created the wind, the wind created the goldfinch, goldfinch created poetry. The poetry of the earth killed the ground water killed the water killed the wood Wood killed the leaf the leaf killed the wind …

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UNITED COLORS OF ANGUISH: Around midnight a cry on the ruins, rolling together and painfully, in the secret of happiness

CRASH AND RUIN – By (D. Gascoyne) “The anguish, ran like a crash on the ruins. From the Past accomplished, the emptiness of the Future. And the black, all the invading prism, became absolute.”       NIGHT VIGIL – By (Lucretius) “The ambush, night vigil on the steps blindly. Nature has on the mouth a scream: suffering of the body.” …

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WALKING IN THE GRAND PLACE: Aroma of chocolate and flavor of the Middle Ages, in Brussels

Dear Alain, You have described your city, Brussels. We knew a gray city and very expensive, the business men, employees of the European Union and NATO, but the way that you chose to talk to all the friends of Meeting Benches, your style of writing and the topics that you’ve chosen, are special. We like to imagine what you have …

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UNITED COLORS OF ANIMALS: They dance through the gates, to the lair of the sun, teaching, among lotus plants and a deluge of color, their magical paths

THE BUTTERFLY  “The butterfly of spring, fly over the gates, dancing dancing with looks, from multiple eyes: those paintings have wings.” (C.Levi)   THREE BIRDS “Three birds flew over the red wall, the lair of the sun, it is night. Oh, daring damned birds, which vanish from my sight.” (TE Hulme) LIKE ANIMALS  “If only I could get away from …

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UNITED COLORS OF SADNESS: Over the last horizon is the lone garden of sadness, where to dive between burning matches

INFINITY   “Always dear to me was this lonely hill,   and this hedge, which has so much   last The endless horizon.   But as I sit and gaze, boundless   spaces beyond that, and superhuman   silences, and deepest quiet   I thought I pretend; if just for   the heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind   …

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CHRISTMAS IN NUREMBERG, GERMANY, WALKING IN THE LIGHT: Between fir shimmering scattered among the markets of Advent, moving dolls, toys and lead soldiers

We read, Barbara, what thou hast written, about your city. Thank you, really thank you for having given to all the friends of this Meeting Benches your little “taste of Christmas.” As is our style, we have not changed the content of your travel story in Nuremberg, and we just enclose the opening title, the joy that we have read …

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UNITED COLORS OF SOUL: Water in pastures secret gardens of lilies and playful bodies

HOW TO WATER “In the water it looks like the soul of man, the water that comes from the sky and goes to heaven, the water that eternally changing, must be returned to the earth. How to look like water, the soul of man. And you, the fate of the man, as resembling the wind.” (J. W. Goethe)   STORE …

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