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PAVILION ON THE LAKE Light the boat I met nice guest door, which is the distance from much of the lake. Then, in the loggia, in front of a cup of wine, each side lotus flowers will open. In front of the balcony, as more ripples the expanse of water, the solitary moon goes wandering ceaselessly. From the bottom of …

THOSE TWO, EMBRACED Those two embraced on the bank of the Rhine in Gottlieben, could also be you and me, but the two of us never will walk most of any hugged the shore. Come on, we walk at least in this poem (Izet Sarajlić) http://www.amazon.com/fatto-Collezione-poesia-Italian-Edition-ebook/dp/B016NKFHZI

ASK THE HORIZON, ENRICHED WITH BLOOM OF STARS Ask the horizon, adorned the flourishing of stars. In Him I trust, that you know who I am. The breeze I entrusted the burden, with which crosses time wandering hope. Whoever obeys his eyes to the laws of love, knows that it is usually break the veto imposed by the censor, avoiding …

PATAGONIA I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured a peninsula, wide enough for a couple of ladderback chairs, to wobble on at high tide. I thought of us in breathless cold, facing an horizon round as a coin, looped in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls from sea to sun. I planned to wait, till the waves had bored themselves to …

According to archaeologists, this area was populated place by the indigenous Cubans over 4,000 years ago, do not forget – by visiting these places – they left their caves on the rock art. Looking around you realize that the main product of the province of Pinar del Rio’s tobacco (the best in the world, especially near San Juan y Martinez), …

If you walk up just north of Sal Rei – going beyond Praia da Cruz – you can observe the sea the peninsula of Ponta do Sol (the southernmost point of the island), but do not forget to photograph the lighthouse. Step by step, you will understand that the north coast is a single beach (the magnificent “Boa Esperanca”), the …

WANDERING I GO INTO FIRST SNOW I go astray on the first snow in the heart of lilies forces erupted. The evening went on my way over the candle turquoise of a star. I do not know if there is light or dark, whether in the forest sing the rooster or the wind. Maybe instead of winter fields, swans have …

THE DAWN   You were everything in my destiny, then came the war and the decay, and long, long you never heard anything more. And after many, many years, your voice again troubled me. All night I read your commands, reviving me as from a swoon. I want to go among the people, the crowd, the animation morning. I am …

MEINE KRISLALLKLARE SEELE > Meine kristallklare Seele war je da und dort hauchgetrübt, meine Türme manchmal bewölkt. Pein setzt sich zur Liebe, und ohne Sehnsüchte kann ich nicht lang noch kurz leben. MY CRYSTALLINE SOUL > My crystalline soul, it is sometimes disturbed by a breath, my towers are filled with clouds. The penalty cometh love and I can not …

SANDY SKOGLUND 1/4 – She was born in a fine summer day, and studied art at the University of Iowa and the Sorbonne. Lives and works in New York, expressing her creativity as a photographer. She was interested in dealing with repetitive, process-oriented art production through the techniques of mark-making and photocopying. SANDY SKOGLUND 2/4 – Her first artistic creation …

EVERYWHERE WE GO Everywhere we go, we always come too late what a time we started to find. And in any city we stop, are the houses where it is too late to turn, the gardens where it is too late to spend a moonlit night, and the women that is too late to love, to torment us with their …

LOVE My soul was a dress blue color of the sky. I left on a cliff, at the sea, and naked I came to you, resembling a woman. And as a woman I am sitting at your table and drank a cup of wine, I breathed in the scent by roses. You found me beautiful, that I looked like something …

ONE NIGHT OF WINTER The storm put down his mouth and blows the house to make a sound. Restless sleep, I turn around, I read the text of the storm dormant. But the child’s eyes are wide open in the dark, and the storm moans for him. They both love the lamps swinging. Both are half way from the language. …