INVISIBLE TO THE EYE – H. Jackson Brown, Jr: Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. DARKEST OF DARKNESS – Phoebe Snow: Sometimes when you’re overwhelmed by a situation – when you’re in the darkest of darkness – that’s when your priorities are reordered. HIDDEN WITHIN – Anurag Prakash Ray: Sometimes we hurt ourselves more than anyone …

Johnny. His real name is another, but he wants his editorial contribution remains anonymous because 700 islands – a few steps from Florida – are they not sufficient to hide who he is. Meeting Benches respects the choice of this new friend, and thanked him, because only those who live in that small paradise of the Atlantic Ocean is able …

AUTUMN LEAVES – G. Ungaretti: It is like autumn, the trees, the leaves. TARGETS – S. Spender: The Guns spells the supreme reason of the money, in letters of lead, on the hill of spring. But the boy, who is dead under the olive trees, was too young and too silly, because they would notice, with their eyes important. He …

RUNNING AWAY – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: „Know thyself ?“ If I knew myself, I’d run away. PERMISSION TO SHINE – Nelson Mandela: And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. DREAM – Joy Page: Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be. LEARN …

BEAUTIFUL SISTERS – E. Montale: We were in the age virginal, when the clouds are not numbers or symbols, but they look beautiful sisters traveling. They flew short years, as days. WHITE SAILS – A. Barrel: In the arms of rain, as the door of the world, the girl lowered like a sail in the white of your thoughts. FLAMING …

POETRY – By Joseba Sarraionandia “The poetry created the earth, the earth created water, the water created the wood, Wood created the leaf, the leaf created the wind, the wind created the goldfinch, goldfinch created poetry. The poetry of the earth killed the ground water killed the water killed the wood Wood killed the leaf the leaf killed the wind …

ALBA GREY – Akiko Iosano: From the cherry blossoms fall. Thus, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky. AURORA – Sophocles: The circle of the dark night, opens the white horses of the light. CANDLES MELANCHOLIC – N. Tikhonov: The gauze of clouds, to bandage the wounded day. LIGHT – FG Lorca: The light is God who descends. …

AIR LIGHT – L. Luisi: This is the time that assembles the dreams and there is absorbed, and the bright air escapes all in white with a large moon. CACTUS FLOWER – American Indian Navaho Song: The darkness gathers, leading cactus flowers in your hair. SHATTER – E. Sodergran: Look? A star fell with a crash! Do not go out …

Unbelievable, but true. Sometimes a film can be something other than an mere fiction. Rossella a girl from Georgia, has proposed its route spiraling strange. Only by reading her whole article, we understand the reasons for its choice. She left the city of Atlanta at the bottom of the vortex, taking us by the hand into the wonder of her …

LIKE THE RINGS – M. Guiducci: Avi my, you who cross the time, like ants in a long line, each jealously holding its own weight. How much you gave me I have passed to others, such as a ring, in a game of children. HOW LEAVES – Mimnermus: As the leaves, we drink the warmth of a season that runs …

BUILDERS – E. Verhaeren: Hands know the couple hope to force unanimous, dazzled builders of the towers of the future, where the stones of silver firmer ideas glow in the wind, impregnated with space and light. IN THE WOMBS – Hermann Hesse: I love women, slender and beautiful, still unborn rest in the wombs of their years. Then it will …

Bulan, Moon. This is our correspondent in Indonesia, proud of its 400 volcanoes and its 13,660 islands. We do not know personally, but we like to imagine – by the memory of pictures and videos already viewed – that her is one of those amazing smiles and disarming those only gentleness (meekness and living in contact with nature) is able …

SURRENDERING – E. Jabès: The house of the crowds dozing in the cradle, that the hands of the nurse are swinging. The house of crazy swings, the trees, the leaves hide – ON THE TOPSOIL – E. Verhaeren: Growing nonsense, like a flower fatal, in the soil of the senses. I want to go into madness, and his alone. FOOLS …

FRESH WILD – A. Akhmatova: And with wild freshness, with force, I blew into the face of happiness. MOMENTS OF LIFE – C. Guerzoni: I hold in the hollow of his hand, as firefly afraid, this moment of life, escaped the rational calculation of time. NOISE – R. Radiguet: Happiness, I recognized only at the sound made when you left. …