POETRY IS A BOMB ATTACK CELESTIAL I’m absent, but the bottom of this there is no expectation of myself, and this expectation is another form of presence, waiting for my return. I live in the other objects, giving a little trip of my life in certain trees and certain stones, which I have waited many years. They are tired of …

They are many, they are far apart, but well reached by comfortable ferries. The advice is to arrive in the island of Corfu (if you want to visit the northern part of the archipelago), or from Kefalonia, to the southern islands. You find – even now – many tourists, but also many fishing villages and many beaches. If you want …

I WANT TO GO BACK I want to go back the ancient sweetness crying alone. So I said to her not to separate us. (Takuboku Ishikawa) http://www.amazon.com/Knowing-Oneself-Too-Well-Selected/dp/061534562X/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

DREAMS As he slept badly, he woke with anger for wanting to redo the loss. Loss of what? He was not sure. At his age, hardly love, perhaps a spasm. A narrow dense core, no more, He assured himself, breathing on his own in the dark. Why then he watched the door as if someone had come, and then walked …

  This epic story, the journey of Captain Ahab in pursuit of Moby Dick (a big white whale), has accompanied generations of readers – children and adults – for over a century and a half. Regarded as one of the great American novels, its beginning is truly one of the most recognizable of all Western literature, with its extremely realistic …

IN THE DESERT OF SOLITUDE Even in the desert of this solitude, sparkle still images drawn from your words. And in the dust and ashes of the distance, still flourish jasmine and rose dell’esserti close. Right here salt the warmth of your breath, warmed by its own scent, gently, gently. And there beyond the horizon spark, drop by drop hesitant, …