UNITED COLORS OF MERCY: Cherry Blossoms and white roses, in the eyes of a blind man, buzzing of small falling leaves

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CHERRY BLOSSOM - T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING - J.…

FIVE STEPS IN HOLLAND: From Haarlem in Alkmaar, smelling cheeses and watching the sea of tulips

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Of course you will have already visited Amsterdam, so I'll wait in Haarlem - half hour of time - to…

57.329293 ° N 3.608772 ° W: Welcome at Grantown-on-Spey, the Highland Council Area

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At 72 miles from Aberdeen, you can take the A944 road, turning left shortly after, on the A974. We will…

CHOK DEE, FOR YOUR TRAVEL IN THAILAND: With Alonso, visiting the temples of Wat arund, hung out on Khao San Road

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The Chao Phraya River, the temples of Wat Arun, the Chatuchak Market, but also a walk on the Khao San…

WELCOME IN MYANMAR: Tale Travel, straddling the Tropic of Cancer

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I am here. I am Marco, an Italian just returned from Burma, straddling the Tropic of Cancer. Benches meeting offers…

CHAGALL, A DISTANT LIGHT: Source unquenchable of love suspended in the delicacy of the nuances, wrapped in sinuous forms

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"How beautiful you are, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil. Your hair is a…

WALKING IN SOLITUDE: Poetry, by L. De Vega

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I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts.…

UNITED COLORS OF WAITING – Wait a look, preparing the unacceptability of truth

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ACCEPTANCE - Heraclitus: You'll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not…

UNITED COLORS OF PEACE – Sleeping in white robes, smelling the scents of the harvest, beside lily pads

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CLEANED CLOTHES - Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples,…

WORDS THAT DANGLE IN THE AIR: In myself they sleep and exist, stunning me, while our knees still touch

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LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET - By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love…