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http://www.italia.it/en/home.html In the ancient city it is through the so-called Porta Maggiore (but three other doors were carved into the walls). The small medieval town – on top of the slope by Lepine Mountains down to the Pontine Plain – is just over a kilometer from the city walls of the first settlement, founded in 492. C. Cologne Latin America …

MADRIGAL APASIONADO > Quisiera estar en tus labios para apagarme en la nieve de tus dientes. Quisiera estar en tu pecho para en sangre deshacerme. Quisiera en tu cabellera de oro soñar para siempre. Que tu corazón se hiciera tumba del mío doliente. Que mi carne sea tu carne, que mi frente sea tu frente. Quisiera que toda mi alma …

MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: ARCHIPELAGOES At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. At the rain’s edge, a sail. Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands. Into a mist will go the belief in harbors of an entire race. The ten-years war is finished. Helen’s hair, a gray cloud. Troy, a white ashpit by the drizzling sea. …

DOS AMANTES DICHOSOS > Dos amantes dichosos hacen un solo pan, una sola gota de luna en la hierba, dejan andando dos sombras que se reúnen, dejan un solo sol vacío en una cama. De todas las verdades escogieron el día: no se ataron con hilos sino con un aroma, y no despedazaron la paz ni las palabras. La dicha …

LOS INFIMOS CREPUSCOLOS > Amo las cosas que gastadas brillan como si los crepúsculos se hubieran quedado en ellas para siempre ardiendo. Los bordes de las sillas afinados por la devoción clara de los dedos. Los vasos transparentes de servir manantiales destantes. Los pisos sometidos a la sombra. Los trajes deshilados por el aire. Amo su fatigada servidumbre de diamante …

YO NO LO SE DE CIERTO > Yo no lo sé de cierto, pero supongo que una mujer y un hombre un día se quieren, se van quedando solos poco a poco, algo en su corazón les dice que están solos, solos sobre la tierra se penetran, se van matando el uno al otro. Todo se hace en silencio. Como …

MARIA’ FORTUNY I MARSAL 1/6 – He was born in a June day in Catalonia. He has twelve years of age when he is assigned to the protection of his grandfather, who encourages the artistic abilities of the boy. In Barcelona, he gets a scholarship to the School of Fine Arts, with a chance to complete in Rome on his …

You’ll need to travel by train (by booking your place, panoramic side window), to admire the fabulous Canjon Copper, what between Chihuahua and Los Mochis is the maximum of the unforgettable. 650 km and 12 hours, but you’re not in the Great Canjon of the United States, you’re in Mexico, you’re going through gorges collected to a depth of 1200 …

That of Tajikistan is the smallest republic in Central Asia, a mountainous nation bordering Afghanistan and China. Spectacular mountains and rivers, but also treasures hidden underground energy. Approaching the city of Dushanbe discover cotton fields, orchards and vineyards, but also sheep, many sheep. Arriving in Dushanbe (900 meters of altitude, in the valley of Gissar), find that the name means …

JAMES ENSOR 1/6 – The man who is born in the spring and dies in the autumn, the painter who at age 21 he created his first solo exhibition. A creative experience (still lifes, portraits, interiors bourgeois melancholy, landscapes), who was born with dark period, where the colors are deep and dark, with light that vibrates under the influence of …

MY SOUL My soul, close your eyes slowly, and as you immerse yourself in the water sinks into sleep, naked and dressed in white, the most beautiful of dreams will welcome you. My soul, close your eyes slowly you abandoned as over my arms, do not forget me in your sleep, close your eyes slowly, your brown eyes where a …

THE STORY OF OUR LIVES 1/7 We are reading the story of our lives, which takes place in a room. The room looks out on a street. There is no one there, no sound of anything. The trees are heavy with leaves, the parked cars never move. We keep turning the pages, hoping for something, something like mercy or change, …

THE THINGS The coins, the stick, the keychain, the quick lock, the later notes that they can not read my few days, playing cards and chess board, a book and the pages dried violet, monument of a certain evening unforgettable and forgotten, the red in the west mirror in which burns illusory an aurora. How many things, atlases, lime, thresholds, …