BETWEEN THE GARDENS OF WILLOWS   Among the gardens of willows I and my love we met. Strolling through the gardens of willows with his white legs snow. He invited me to take love so easy, as the leaves grow on the trees. But I did not agree, I was young and crazy. In a field on the banks of …

INNISFREE, THE ISLAND ON THE LAKE   I will arise and go now, go to Innisfree, and build a hut there, made of clay and reeds. Nine rows in beans will have there, a hive for the honey bees, and I’ll be in the clear just buzzing bee. And I’ll have a bit ‘of peace there, for peace comes down …

SLEEP FOR A LITTLE Sleep for a little, a very little while and fear nothing. Man to whom I have given my love sleep here, deeply, deeply I will watch over your rest. My heart would break with grief if I should ever lose sight of you. To part us would be to exile the body from the soul. So …

THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE When I push the cart around the supermarket, I am the center of the universe; up and down the aisles of beans and juices, I am the center of the universe; I live just is not important; I’m a lover dumped is not important; that swimming in my work as a fish out of water …

Renting a caique to navigate the Mediterranean Sea? One intriguing idea, but you will need to consider two important things: it is an experience that you will have to share with strangers (in a confined space); is an experience that you can start with a tour operator, or by choosing a gulet offered for rent privately. I’ll I can talk …

The Magic Mountain is a complex portrait of western civilization, during the first decades of the twentieth century. In his narrative, the mix of prose and poetry, makes this novel like a fresco, not of color, but of words, those written in 1924 Thomas Mann. That novel – born since 1912 as a short story – from a brief stay …

Coincidentally, last night while I was with some friends at the bar, I listened to the conversation that took place next to our table. No, I’m not a snoop, but next to us talking so heatedly for something special. It was impossible not to hear. I had arrived by bicycle, in a bar in Milan – on the shore of …

POETRY OF FAREWELL     To the east and west the walls of Luoyang, long I salute the passage of time. Before she left the snow that seemed flowers, Now come the flowers that seem to snow. (Fan Yun) http://www.amazon.com/Sunflower-Splendor-Thousand-Chinese-Midland/dp/0253206073