LEDA: Poetry, by Rubén Darío
LEDA The swan in the snow shadow appears; its beak is amber, candles dawn; the soft twilight that passes so brief candid dyes your wings of light. And then, in waves of blue lake, after dawn lost its glow, wings outstretched neck and remove the retainers, Silver Swan is bathed in sunlight. That is, when the feathers silk …
Read More »FOG: Romance, by Miguel de Unamuno
FOG After a hundred years after its publication, this novel retains its freshness immutable. Flipping through its pages, you can discover the world of all time, full of events large and small, those that surround our lives. Reading the story of Augusto and Eugenia, you travel a controversial lines that speak of love, reeling into the events, situations where the …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Love story, by Carlos Eleta Almaran
LOVE STORY You’re by my side no more, my love, and in my soul all I’ve left is loneliness, and if I can’t see you anymore, why did God make me love you, just to make me suffer more? You were always my reason to exist, to worship you was my religion. In your kisses I could find the warmth …
Read More »GAZBIA SIRRY, EGYPTIAN PAINTER: Painting the Egyptian people, in everyday attitude
THE CAIRO TRILOGY: Romance, by Naguib Mahfouz
THE CAIRO TRILOGY Three novels’ Arabic titles (Bayn al-Qasrayn, Qasr al-Shawq and Al-Sukkariyya), follows the life of the Cairene patriarch. From 1919, arriving in 1944, you can read about that life’s microcosm, where you can see the development of society, with the influence on the role of women. Reading, you can discover that the social progress will be the result …
Read More »SHORT WALK: Poetry, Egyptian Anonymous (XVI-XI century BC.)
SHORT WALK So short is our path in this dream. The world of a rose. But we make it huge, with stops long sweet kisses, on the leaves open. Anonymous Egyptian (XVI-XI cent. BC) http://www.amazon.com/Reading-Ancient-Egyptian-Poetry-Histories/dp/1405125470
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I WRITE THE WORD “MUTE”: Poetry, by Nathan Shepherdson
I WRITE THE WORD “MUTE” I write the word ‘mute’ into the condensation on the window. I breath across it again and write your name. Then lick the letters off the glass, pretending my tongue is a mop for souls. We have the evenness of our hands, to survey the unevenness of our lives. (Nathan Shepherdson) http://www.amazon.it/Sweeping-Light-Back-Into-Mirror/dp/0702235695
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