KARLOVASSI BAY – Poetry by Yannis Ritsos

KARLOVASSI BAY Old houses inhabited by the boos of the night boats. By lampshades hang small wooden ships built with care from the hands of sailors convicted. For years and years now they are locked. Rust, salt, moths, termites have corroded doors, windows, floors, stairs, locks, bars. Here once children played with a dog as big as a lion. Naked …

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THE FLOWERS OF SYSTRASTAPI – Southeast Iceland: a sleeping volcano, the floor of a church and two flowery rocks

The southeastern part of Iceland is dominated by Vatnajokull glacier. The small villages of Hofn and Kirkjubaejarklaustur (along with some farm), greet the inhabitants of these places, where nature reigns supreme, next to the terrible sleeping volcano in the slot Lakagigar. South of the camp of Kirkjubaejarklaustur – within the grounds of a farm – you expect a masterpiece of …

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WELCOME IN AEGEAN JERUSALEM – The island of Patmos, Greece

When your ferry drops anchor in the harbor of Skala, from large protected cove you’ll see the city, but before choosing your hotel safely down to the cafeteria Arion. Sit down, relax and watch the boats, and even the little boats headed to the beaches of this island. Look up, you’ll see the ruins of the acropolis of Kastelli, wanting …

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A DAY AS MUSCOVITES – A special Sunday with five shades of emotion

Away from museums and guided tours, living as a resident of the city, possibly on Sunday (the ideal day). You could start off by Kalitnikova, leaving you drag from the crowd, to a special direction: the “Pticyj rynok” (Market of the birds). Obviously you will have to love animals to give yourself the experience of birds, cats and dogs of …

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TRAVELING IN SMALL CARPATHIAN MOUNTAINS – From Bratislava to the valley of the Vah, the warmth Balkan above a thin mountain ridge

“Malé Karpaty”, so the Slovaks call it the mountain ridge above the great mountain range of the Great Carpathian. Looking at the southern side of this mountain range, you discover a flourishing viticulture, but also places with castles full of history, along with hiking trails for hiking enthusiasts. When you start from Bratislava, after leaving the beech of Vinohrady behind …

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GREEK EXPERIENCE – Practical information for traveling, while away from the intense heat and from the madding crowd

The cultural and the hedonistic. Inside these two brackets, it is contained the possibility of your first trip to Greece, to fill your memories of geographical beauties, pleasant climate and warm seas, along with the friendliness of the people. You’ll have to choose when to arrive, whereas the high season in the Greek islands (from late June to early September) …

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DAYS IN WHITE – Poesia di Ingeborg Bachmann

DAYS IN WHITE In these days, I get up with birches and on the forehead I restart interlock the strands of wheat, in front of a mirror of ice. Amalgamated to my breath, flakes milk: so early it has easy foam. And where the glass fogged with breath appears, painted by a child finger, yet your name: innocence! After a …

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THE JAPANESE LOVER – Novel by Isabel Allende

A love story, one that fly from San Francisco to Poland, to the story of the concentration camps where Japanese Americans were imprisoned during the Second World War. Reading this novel you will know a woman (Alma, cultured and wealthy), who decides to make the last part of her life in San Francisco, in a residence for seniors. Normality of …

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SOLITUDE LITTLE FEARS THE EMBRACEMENT – Poetry, by Natalia Bondarenko

SOLITUDE LITTLE FEARS THE EMBRACEMENT The solitude fears little the embrace. I am explaining to two hungry blackbirds, behind the window with their beaks holed up in feathers, that loneliness is nothing more than hunger and that (at least for them) the embrace can mean the piece of bread. I have to convince them that Lent is still far away. …

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NOTHING WILL COME MORE – Poetry by Ingeborg Bachmann

NOTHING WILL COME MORE Nothing will come more. There will be no spring. Millennial almanacs, it predict at all. But even summer and other things bearing the beautiful summer attribute, nothing will come more. You must not cry, says music. No one else said anything. (Ingeborg Bachmann)

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LAYER – Poetry, by Å tefan Strážay

LAYER Love each time whitens the soul like a room. Overlaps the previous one on the other, sull’azzurrino away with tiny flowers, come the field poppies, then the light yellow with roses. And somewhere in a corner all peels off. Petals as you browse the layers of paint, and if I tried to scratch with a fingernail, would shine in …

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