POETRY

UNITED COLOR OF LOVE: When in the market of winter, around days, listen to her steps

“From the bottom of silver-gray, a slender deer is advancing in the winter forest, and cautious, step by step, wise, pure and immaculate freshly fallen snow. And I think of you, graceful figure.” (J. Maragall)   “You, who have led the market in my heart, and you sold in another market, not sell this heart you busy.” (Abd Allah ibn …

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UNITED COLORS OF OTHERNESS: In the yard or next to Robin, I do not have anything that is not even your

When I act on you, and you act on me, you are me and I am you, too. The word “ware” which means “I” in the Japanese language is used many times in the sense of “Nanji,” which means “you.” Thus, the concept of community, group, is always considered superior to the concept of the individual. (Yujiro Nakamura) If I …

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GIVE ME UNFOLDING YOURSELF: Along with Lucebert, floating in a dark dream in the sun, a nod in the clouds

That man, in the Netherlands, he thought that the world was his home, but he was deeply convinced that all things of value were defenseless. He, the pessimist in his country was a poet, as well as an innovator of visual arts. Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk (in art, Lucebert), was born in Amsterdam in the late summer of 1924, and entered …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE EMOTIONS: Swim in anger and fear, in sadness and in joy, surprise and expectation, in disgust and acceptance

The anger and fear, sadness and joy, surprise and anticipation, disgust and acceptance. These are not the ingredients of a cooking recipe, but just as they are preparing the food, their blend produces physiological and mental states. In most humans, these special conditions of the mind and the body, may also be due to external stimuli, such as that resulting …

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HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida

HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to …

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POETRY AND THE LIFE: Exploring and affect, with Gerrit Achterberg

Born in Langbroek in a spring day in 1905, and died in Leusden 57 years later, in a winter day. This is the horizon of the human experience of a Dutch man, Gerrit Achterberg, who has not resigned to the death of the beloved woman, a poet of the Protestant religion that has left us almost surreal pages where technical …

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RABINDRANATH TAGORE, THE WONDER OF A BENGALI: He questioned the sky with emotion, look for the tears of the night

“The small, naked, looking at the sky, and in his mind astray climbed a question: Where ever the road to heaven? Heaven did not answer, only the stars sparkled, tears in the silent night.” He, a Bengali, in 1913 Nobel Prize for literature, he created schools, hospitals and roads, but also the Visva Bharati University, a special place where art …

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A LANTERN FOR A BLIND: In the moonlight, with Bertus Aafjes, watching the small circles of the property nudity beloved

In 1990 was published the entire collection of his poems, but he has also written several travel books. Lambertus Johannes Jacobus Aafjes (friends Bertus Aafjes), has received for his commitment to the literary prize “Tollensprijs” because it was from 1940 that he had begun to commit to paper the results of his restless temperament. Born in Amsterdam in one day …

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AT THE FEAST OF MARGARETHA VASALIS: Looking at the faded flower never remember you

Margaretha Droogleever Leenmans-Fortuyn, a physician of Amsterdam, a Dutch woman professional neurologist, a child psychiatrist, a neurologist wife and mother of three children, but also balanced and spontaneous poet, has given us some collections of his verse (Parks and deserts, The phoenix and landscapes and faces, views and visions). In the pages of his poems, his essays and novels, the …

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PEOPLE TIRED AT THE BAR: Frida listen, even for you, sad music at the bar. She is lucid enough to recognize that your eyes are cold

PEOPLE – autumn 2013, by Frida   “People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a guy winks, the other drooling, and all together sing in chorus’ve got no desire! Cess of the station with a woman the mirror and the toilet overflowing of diarrhea. I’m around are glossy, I’m around there helmet, I am strong …

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