BEHIND THE CHINESE MOUNTAINS: Autumn Wind and white clouds, yellow dust above the cornice

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Song of autumn at midnight (Anonymous) "The autumn wind coming through windows The silk curtains come agitated by the breath…

LOOKING WITH THE HEART: People have to endure caterpillars if you want to know the butterflies: it seems that they are so beautiful

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Flying in the sky you can only imagine fairy-tale happy with downcast eyes looking at clouds and landscapes, along with…

PICO ISLAND, THE AZORES: Her king is a volcano, her his queen is the vine, their reign has a wild charm that you’ve never seen

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38 ° 33'16 .61'' N, 28 ° 26'28 .62'' W, these are the geographical coordinates of the Cachorro small airport…

NOSTALGIA OF SARDINIA: Who has seen it will never forget it, that’s why it is useful to browse some buying opportunities in real estate

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As I promised, here is a brief summary of the possibility of buying a house in Sardinia. This time, I…

LISTENING TO LI PO: The emotion of a moment in the moonlight, enclosed in syllables that smell of reeds and spring

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Thoughts on a quiet night “Before the bed a bright moonbeam on earth seems to be frost shine. He raises…

FRIDA KAHLO: Writes with brushes, coloring her own life until the end

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Writes with brushes. Yes, she was a special woman, but also extremely unlucky, a Mexican woman-painter who lived boldly and…

MARY KONOPNICKA: Her tears still flow, for us, inside the white of the Vistula

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“Dead crying ... In the great days of the tomb, As I stand in birch Izach and in mourning, Which…

INCOMING MAIL: Inside a box yellow and blue, the astonishment of remembering a holiday in Sardinia

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I hope you received my package of yellow and blue, the one that I have shipped with the Italian Post…

A SUNSET ON OCEAN ATLANTIC: Fillet de Espada and Verdelho wine, without the need to sell your soul

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If I have to summarize in one sentence what I feel inside myself, on this island, I have no difficulty…

PORTO SANTO, WILD ISLAND: Wind, prickly pears, nine kilometers of golden sands and windmills, lunching with Arsenio’s

10 years ago

Hello. I am writing today because I could not do it last night. Last night, I was in fact quite…