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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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POETRY AND THE LIFE: Exploring and affect, with Gerrit Achterberg

Born in Langbroek in a spring day in 1905, and died in Leusden 57 years later, in a winter day. This is the horizon of the human experience of a Dutch man, Gerrit Achterberg, who has not resigned to the death of the beloved woman, a poet of the Protestant religion that has left us almost surreal pages where technical …

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UNITED COLORS OF WORDS: Letters of the alphabet that clot in words, giving to every corner of the planet blue, all shades of poetry

GOODBYE, GOODBYE, MY BEAUTIFUL HOLLAND – by Bertus Aafjes Farewell, land of small gardens And of salciuoli creak; country where cows are reflected flipped in the gray ditches. Explained, tricolor bell tower; peasant, put your hand on her hip; blowing, zephyr, as never before; Holland, in May you shine as Gorter; beggars, a song from your Canzoniere; mother, one last gesture …

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