SUMMER – Poetry by Abai Kunanbaev

9 years ago

SUMMER Summer climbs the mountains. Flowers overcolour and blanch. Men leave the sun and sit, tree-tented, by the cold creek.…

BETWEEN GOING AND STAYING – Poetry by Octavio Paz

9 years ago

ENTRE IRSE Y QUEDARSE > Entre irse y quedarse duda el día, enamorado de su transparencia. La tarde circular es…

NIGHT ON THE ISLAND – Poetry by Pablo Neruda

9 years ago

LA NOCHE EN LA ISLA > Toda la noche he dormido contigo junto al mar en la isla. Salvaje y…

REMOTE, WILD AND SILENT – Travel along the north coast of Scotland

9 years ago

Yes, the bay is really wide. Just from that bay ferries leave for Orkney and Shetland. Thurso is really a…

SAYING SOMETHING – Poetry, by Carol Ann Duffy

9 years ago

SAYING SOMETHING  Things assume your shape. Discarded clothes, a damp shroud in the bathroom, vacant hands. This is not fiction.…

PAINTING AND TRAVELING A LOT – Piero della Francesca, nothing may be forgotten

9 years ago

PIERO DELLA FRANCESCA 1/4 - Of the man (which is certainly not the year of birth), born in the small…

WHEN THE CHARM HAS NO WORDS – Investigation of a myth. Piero della Francesca

9 years ago

Until June 26, 2016, you will not need to go to St. Sepulchre, to stay a little beside Piero, but…

I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER LIGHT THAT YOUR BODY FRONT OF THE MINE – Poetry, Miguel Hernández

9 years ago

I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER LIGHT THAT YOUR BODY FRONT OF THE MINE I do not want other light that…

3000 METERS OF SOLITUDE, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN – The archipelago of Cape Verde and the island of Fogo

9 years ago

Surely you've discovered that the downtown area has many old Portuguese houses. You know? Those noble houses of Sao Felipe…

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