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SILENTIUM – Poetry, by Fëdor Ivanovič Tjutčev

SILENTIUM Shut up, hide and hidden their own dreams and feelings. That in the depths of your arise, and go into the sunset, silent, like the stars in the night. They split up, thou, and shut up. It may emerge the heart, ever? Another will ever understand you? Deemed of what you live? Thought expressed is already lie. Peat becomes …

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GRAY MOUNTAIN – Romance, by John Grisham

GRAY MOUNTAIN The year is 2008 and Samantha Kofer’s career at a huge Wall Street law firm is on the fast trackShe’s offered an opportunity to work at a legal aid clinic for one year without pay, after which there would be a slim chance that she’d get her old job back. Her new job takes Samantha into the murky …

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ORPHAN TRAIN – Romance, by Christina Baker Kline

ORPHAN TRAIN A captivating story of two very different women who build an unexpected friendship. Nearly eighteen, Molly Ayer knows she has one last chance. Vivian Daly has lived a quiet life on the coast of Maine, and in her attic, hidden in trunks, are vestiges of a turbulent past. Molly grows to Vivian, the more she discovers parallels to …

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SEPTEMBER 12,1966 – Poetry, by Giuseppe Ungaretti

12 SETTEMBRE 1966 > Sei comparsa al portone in un vestito rosso, per dirmi che sei fuoco che consuma e riaccende. Una spina mi ha punto, delle tue rose rosse, perché io succhiassi al dito, come già tuo, il mio sangue. Percorremmo la strada, che lacera il rigoglio della selvaggia altura, ma già da molto tempo io sapevo che, soffrendo …

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IN THE SMOKE – Poetry by Eugenio Montale

NEL FUMO > Quante volte t’ho atteso alla stazione nel freddo, nella nebbia. Passeggiavo rosicchiando, comprando giornali innominabili, fumando Giuba poi soppresse dal ministro dei tabacchi, il balordo! Forse un treno sbagliato, un doppione oppure una sottrazione. Scrutavo le carriole dei facchini, se mai ci fosse dentro il tuo bagaglio, e tu dietro, in ritardo. Poi apparivi, ultima.  È un …

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THE NIGHTINGALE – Romance, by Kristin Hannah

THE NIGHTINGALE In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France…but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When France is …

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SWEET FRIEND, I DO NOT BELIEVE – Poetry by Vladimir Solovyov

SWEET FRIEND, I DO NOT BELIEVE Sweet friend, I do not believe your words, your senses, your eyes, and even to myself. I think only the stars that shine at the top. For a milky path, the stars send me infallible dreams, and in the desert boundless they breed for me heavenly flowers. And in that eternal summer, including those …

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ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE – Romance, by Antony Doerr

ALL THE LIGHT WE CANNOT SEE Marie-Laure lives with her father in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where he works as the master of its thousands of locks. A blind French girl and a German boy whose paths collide in occupied France as both try to survive the devastation of World War II. When she is six, Marie-Laure …

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I HAVE DREAM OF YOU SO – Poetry, by Robert Desnos

J’AI TANT REVE DE TOI > J’ai tant rêvé de toi, que tu perds ta réalité. Est-il encore temps d’atteindre ce corps vivant et de baiser sur cette bouche la naissance de la voix qui m’est chère? J’ai tant rêvé de toi que mes bras habitués en étreignant ton ombre à se croiser sur ma poitrine ne se plieraient pas …

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THE CLASSICISM OF THE TWENTIETH-CENTURY – Mario Sironi: the man who knew rework old models, through the synthesis of the forms

MARIO SIRONI 1/4 – That child will become man devoted to art, it will be a creative arts-oriented units, according to ethical and civil. He was born in May in a special house. In fact, in his family there are architects, artists, musicians. Reading Schopenhauer and Leopardi, but also playing Wagner, even as a child he passionate about the design. …

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WALTZ – Poetry, by Adam Zagajewski

WALTZ They are so bright day, so clear, that the carelessness of white powder covering even the rare slender palm trees. Snakes glide silently in the vineyards, but in the evening the sea becomes darker and the seagulls suspended in the air barely move, punctuation of a higher wrote. On your lips a drop of wine. The limestone mountains on …

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