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ITALIAN RENAISSANCE MUSIC: Alle stamegne! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayKZZeUcvZI  

PALIO Vigil in the haze of the night, the heart of Barbaresco suspended. It invokes, in the off hours of sleep, the privilege of fate imponderable. On tuff crumbly, the incessant ritual recurs. They hate the bad quarters, and the dream of victory contention, with violent excitement. The proud spirit of the horse, it yearns in vain for the last …

WITH EYES CLOSED By reading this book you will know Peter Risoli, a man who has normal eyesight anatomical, but that is not able to see the inner world of Ghisola, the woman he loves. Between the pages, you’ll discover a place where the woman lives – Poggio ai Meli, near Siena – near his house. In those ancestral houses, …

THE DICE-BOX The title (probably inspired by the “roll of the dice” Mallarme), condensing what you see: a set of various elements fused into poetry. This has its own logic that feeds data into the unconscious, inspired by the Romantic poets. This prose poem, is closed on itself, humor and imagination are born by the play of words, but also …

PARALLELS You go, the space is large, there are borders, we want to talk. But what we tell, the other already knows, because from the outset, erased, forgotten, is still the same adventure. In dreams we meet, we love, we are complete. Does it go farther, than in ourselves, or another. (Eugene Guillevic) http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Other-Poems-Eugene-Guillevic/dp/0976844982

QUIMPER FESTIVAL, FRENCH CORNWALL https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=da_5annvWx0

AUSTRALIAN ABORIGENES – The vibrations of the didgeridoo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRF6r7k1ymg

AUSTRALIAN STORIES A collection of short stories, which speaks of a time in the distant Australia. Inside the pages of this book, you’ll find humans who breathed the air – herders and miners – people who were able to live and create solidarity. You will not find the name of the main protagonist, but page after page, too, will find …

STEPS A man was going on the grains compact the coast of Geraldton, alongside waves hesitant on shells, the smooth incessant restless Indian Ocean. Walking does not imitate, he thought, wondering where to go, a bit ‘sterposo, he thought on these sands otherwise deserted by mounds of seaweed scattered purple and black rocks with strange shapes, could walk forever, the …

CIELITO LINDO De la sierras morenas, Cielito Lindo, vienen bajando. Un par de ojitos negros,cielito lindo, de contrabando. Ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! Canta y no llores! Porque cantando se alegran, cielito lindo, los corazones. Pájaro que abandona, Cielito lindo, su primer nido, si lo encuentra ocupado, Cielito lindo, bien merecido. Ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! Canta y no llores! Porque cantando …

WHAT STARTS AND ENDS That starts and ends, when she looks at the precipice of blue ink? And it is having been behind the bars of the sunrises, bent, dig now in your meat cut, scratchy tucked the summit, opening heaven in your particles under the caste rain water. Woman on which beach you will, in which your ships and …