ON A DRY WASH: The last haiku, by Matsuo Bashō

Basho in the summer of 1694 he went to Osaka. He died there, after writing his latest haiku: Traveling, sick the way of my dreams on a dry wash. http://www.amazon.com/Matsuo-Basho-Makoto-Ueda/dp/0870115537 http://www.amazon.it/111-HAIKU-BASHO-MATSUO/dp/8877992506  

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TIMELESS BOOKS: ITALIAN JOURNEY BY GOETHE

……………………………………………..Castrogiovanni, Sunday, April 29, 1787. The old Enna he reserved the harshest of welcome: a room with brick, with taxes but no windows, so we had to choose between staying seated us in the dark or expose ourselves again to the squalls we had just escaped. Devoured some remains of our provisions and, after having a bad night, solemnly we …

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THE CARE – By Franco Battiato

THE CARE I’ll protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. Will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. And heal …

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I WISH I COULD A QUIET CORNER: Poetry by Rabindranath Tagore

I WISH I COULD A QUIET CORNER I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. Those who make believe to be dumb, and look …

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COFFEE BREAK: Obviously in Lisbon’s Rossio

An institution, an unwritten law, in my beloved city, is one that concerns the complex rituals of a drink, coffee. A few years ago, I was not going to Marthinho de Arcada, the Terreiro do Paco, because it was full of state officials, obviously in suits, I preferred, instead, the Cafe Brasileiro (full of friends, who like me were dating …

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WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR: Poetry, by Rabindranath Tagore

WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR       Where the mind is without fear, and the head is held high. Where knowledge is free. Where the world has not been broken up, into fragments, by narrow domestic walls. Where words come out from the depth of truth. Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection. Where the clear stream …

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YOU ARE UNEXPECTED COMING, TO MY DESIRE: Poetry, by Macedonio Fernandez

YOU ARE UNEXPECTED COMING You are coming to my unexpected desire, you amazed and shocked the imagination inside my mind. I tremble, and deep within, my heart is overwhelmed by worry, stifled by the breath of love waves. You save me, from this shipwreck in mainland please save me, and receive me in your port. (Macedonio Fernandez)

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THE IMMENSE WONDER OF POSTOJNA: Slovenia, in the heart of Europe, for a pleasant stay, but also to visit the most beautiful caves in the world

Are known already by the middle ages, but it is only since 1930 that those caves formed by the river Pivka, donated to us all 8 km of moisture and immense astonishment. Use a small train, 5 km of wonderful looking caves. Velika dvorama cave and the ancient names, up to the Congressional Hall where your train will stop, because …

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