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AROUND AMSTERDAM BY EDWARD HOORNIK: Looking to roll over the Ij, the slow smoke of the ships of the world

A publisher and an editor of a literary magazine politoco, but also a survivor of the brutal and traumatizing experience of the Nazi death camp of Dachau. This is Hoornik Maria Antonie Joseph Edward, born in The Hague in 1910 and died in 1970 adAmsterdam, but if you really want to know the bars of his soul, you’ll have to …

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A FRIDA TOGETHER ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life

A FRIDA TOGETHER, ON CABLE CAR OF PLASTIC AND PATCHES: Bondage for the fear of making mistakes, running to perfection, wrapped in the good life. FUNIVIE – September 2013, by Frida “Cable cars covered with plastic and patches magnifying glasses for daily glitches longing for the perfection of the usual good life … Footprints, tracks, shards of glass left on …

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AN AFTERNOON, IN VIENNA: The Wonder of the past, over the stones. The joy of summer in your eyes

Moving in Vienna,                                          to stir old memories blackened by time,                             not in memory.         Looking to check carefully absorbed what hides the multitude, but that loneliness returns.           The astonishment over the stones, it is next to that in the eyes but your steps collect both, in your face lost.         …

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PEOPLE TIRED AT THE BAR: Frida listen, even for you, sad music at the bar. She is lucid enough to recognize that your eyes are cold

PEOPLE – autumn 2013, by Frida   “People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a guy winks, the other drooling, and all together sing in chorus’ve got no desire! Cess of the station with a woman the mirror and the toilet overflowing of diarrhea. I’m around are glossy, I’m around there helmet, I am strong …

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COME ALONG WITH ME AT OGIGIA: Do not look for the island, because you can not find in any geographical map, but only inside your deepest desire of light and sea

Hello, I have received your postcard – from an elliptical island, known as “The Black Pearl” – contains the image of a house, but the strange house made ​​of stones intrigued me, so I did some research and found that it has an area of ​​83 sq km and has a maximum height of 836 meters above the sea level, …

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NOTING THE BRIDGE: Scanning old wood and the flight of seagulls on ripples of life that go out

THE WAYFARERS OF NOVI MOST September 3 –  by Dastilige Nevante “Scrolls still the great river under the bridge   peering pass old wood, together with the screw yellowed.   Still flowing, the water of the Danube that recalls the flight of each gull, and the hopes of all travelers.   Drops still life on the Novi Most, at each …

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FRIDA AND HIS CAT MICIO: Androids iron and remotest galaxies, including sedatives and psychotropic drugs

MICIO CAT – autumn 2013 Frida “Pussy cat meow, – Sedatives! – Nice big cat cuddly, – Psychotropic Drugs! – Androids clothes iron and scrap levied on foreign lands on another galaxy remote in Time. – You’re safe here, fear not, you are a beautiful angel – – Must fall! Come here! Down here! Fall! You’re going to fall.”

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THE HEART OF FRIDA: Shadows walking in the darkness, voices and words made of paper, listening to the solitude

NIGHT SHADOWS – autumn 2013, by Frida   “Night Shadows follow me, voices from beyond the grave written on cards posted on my young heart … Jolt of fear takes me from death, alone can do it, does not need gifts offered in sacrifice, does not need me … – Son alone and can not hear you – – Son …

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ON THE HAMMOCK, WITH FRIDA: Echoes of summer, a pen and a hand

HAMMOCK – Summer 2014, by Frida “So this hammock by touch pen driven, elected from God, for He Himself not heal me.   Unusual beloved light incognizance   hands light your touch   echoes do not appear.”

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THROUGH THE EYES OF WANG WEI: Observe legs that run and eyes looking

A Chinese poet of the Tang Dynasty, a devotee of Zen Buddhism, not fond of court life, deeply in love with the solitude and secluded places, but also a musician and statesman. In his four hundred poems, Wang Wei is remembered for his extraordinary talent in painting nature not only with colors and brushes, but also with words. One of …

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