ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG “White swans, black swans Who’s going to sail with me to England? England is closed The key is broken And there is no blacksmith [to be found] in the land Who can repair that key come forward, come forward Those at the back should come to the front.” (Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh)

Those  like him, they are men that think to superficial judgment of the people, just make him an emblem of our times. “The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.” –  while you read – it like to open special window over the life of a man, while he search for happiness. Obviously, it is also an inside look at how he …

HELLO LASCIVIOUSNESS – By Anita Nair   “I would see due lasciviousness when it arrived, I should have known at this point. Since coming to see you shaking bells on the door, scented sun, grass, of cunning desires. Because you strip a feather on the soul, and stirs your heart catatonic heart, and sends to your brain small rhythmic notes. …

PRETEND – F. Pessoa: The poet is a pretender. Pretends so completely, that gets to pretend it is pain, the pain that he really feels. SOMEWHERE – J. Skacel: Poets do not invent poetry. The poem is somewhere back there. It is there from time immemorial. The poet does not do that discover it. INTIMATE UNDERSTANDING – P. Neruda: If …

“On the small globe humans they sleep they get up, work sometimes wish to have companions on Mars. The Martians on their small globe I do not know what to do (perhaps doze, get up a little, work a little?) Sometimes wish to have companions on Earth. This is absolutely safe.     Gravitation means force of attraction of mutual …

SPRING – By Xiao Kaiyu “Call me, life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down well. Spring! That stuff! I hate the intelligence clear and talkative. I hate the old hypocrite, most insidious of young hypocrite, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love!     Time slips beyond repair in the …

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki “You said you wanted my son! You’re stupid!   Water running seething in the river, breaks the vortex sound, you are my arms.     A verse of poetry is straight, oscillates in the steam that rises, shaking the earth. “

The Japanese poetry? All have ancient matrix in “Kojiki”. A history with subsequent irradiation in the collection “Manyoshu” – thousands of compositions – with different poetic forms: “choka”, “sedoka” and “tanka”. The contemporary poet Yuichi Sato, without neglecting the traditional poetry, extends its perceptual horizon, interacting intellectually with all that surrounds him, even with contemporary music. His perception of the …

The slender feet are cold, and the feet are heavy muscled. Feet are similar irreparably vulgar. Starting from here: the feet are big plump and sweet to the touch, the feet are soft and pleasant to the eye pleasing, elegant and feet are refined and beautiful. But the fatness should not depend on meat, softness should not depend on the …

CHERRY BLOSSOM – T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING – J. Marti: I cultivate a white rose, albeit in adverse season, good for the soul that arises in my hand away. But for one who grabs me by my heart out alive, nor thistle or nettle cultivation: I cultivate a white …