December 29, 2024 8:24 pm

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UNITED COLORS OF MERCY: Cherry Blossoms and white roses, in the eyes of a blind man, buzzing of small falling leaves

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 …

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FIVE STEPS IN HOLLAND: From Haarlem in Alkmaar, smelling cheeses and watching the sea of tulips

Of course you will have already visited Amsterdam, so I’ll wait in Haarlem – half hour of time – to get to where you can sniff the air of this city that smells appetizing cheese. My name Matthijs, I am Dutch, and I would like to take you somewhere special, but you will need to devote a few days of …

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57.329293 ° N 3.608772 ° W: Welcome at Grantown-on-Spey, the Highland Council Area

At 72 miles from Aberdeen, you can take the A944 road, turning left shortly after, on the A974. We will meet here, on a hill called Barmekin ofEcht.  http://www.visitgrantown.co.uk/  A special place in the County of Moray, a typical small Scottish town that I need to visit at least once every year. Why? There are – in the world – many …

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CHOK DEE, FOR YOUR TRAVEL IN THAILAND: With Alonso, visiting the temples of Wat arund, hung out on Khao San Road

The Chao Phraya River, the temples of Wat Arun, the Chatuchak Market, but also a walk on the Khao San Road. Are you with me in Thailand, and I offer them my short travel notes, before returning to Europe. Certainly, I’ll bring in Spain something material – which is not difficult, gizonzolando markets of Bangkok – but most precious commodity …

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WELCOME IN MYANMAR: Tale Travel, straddling the Tropic of Cancer

I am here. I am Marco, an Italian just returned from Burma, straddling the Tropic of Cancer. Benches meeting offers me the opportunity to travel a short reviews and comments, and I will offer it. In fact, in my experience as a traveler, this time I came home with two distinct experiences: a material (the memory of the Irrawaddy River …

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CHAGALL, A DISTANT LIGHT: Source unquenchable of love suspended in the delicacy of the nuances, wrapped in sinuous forms

“How beautiful you are, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil. Your hair is a flock of goats, that descend from the slopes of Gilead.” Moishe Segal, Mark Zacharovič Šagalov, Marc Chagall. Three identity for a jew Russian born in a summer of 1887, a human naturalizzatosi and died French, in the spring of 1985. …

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WALKING IN SOLITUDE: Poetry, by L. De Vega

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

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UNITED COLORS OF WAITING – Wait a look, preparing the unacceptability of truth

ACCEPTANCE – Heraclitus: You’ll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not expect to find. EXPECTATIONS – G.G. Marquez: He who awaits much can expect little. WAIT – LA Seneca: The biggest obstacle is the expectation of life, which depends on tomorrow but wasted today. JOYOUS WAITING – E. Montale: But wait …

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UNITED COLORS OF PEACE – Sleeping in white robes, smelling the scents of the harvest, beside lily pads

CLEANED CLOTHES – Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples, the womb of your white robe. BAD WORDS – J. Milton: With words coated ornaments of reason, advised ignoble calm, quiet and slothful. DESERT – Tacitus: They make a desert and call it peace. WINDOWS IN THE NIGHT – H. …

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WORDS THAT DANGLE IN THE AIR: In myself they sleep and exist, stunning me, while our knees still touch

LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET – By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love you, because in myself you sleep and you remains asleep. I will hide in tears, haunted by a voice of penetrating steel. Accordance that shakes together, flesh and star, already pierces my chest pained, and the gloomy words have bitten …

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