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  • A DREAM LANDSCAPE SHAPED BY THE SUN AND THE TRAMONTANA

    A nonconformist dialogue between painting, sculpture and poetry Get ready for an experience that goe…

  • AN UNEXPECTED LITERARY STAGE

    Moving between connective tissues of words and stone You are about to meet the person who accompanie…

  • INNOVATION AND CREATIVE FREEDOM

    Explore the unconscious and challenge conventions, through art Roland Penrose, a central figure in B…

  • BOTTICELLI’S SPRING

    Beauty, nature and harmony through a mythological allegory The Renaissance, a historical and cultura…

  • NEW BEGINNINGS

    An invitation to rediscover the world with eyes full of wonder Spring, a symbol of renewal and new b…

  • DREAMTIME

    Australian Aboriginal and ancestral spirits who created the world “Leaving bitterness behind i…

  • THE OCEAN’S PATH

    Poetry and Culture of the French Pacific Islands You’re intrigued by the idea of an escape, somethin…

  • WALKING IN BEAUTY

    A Journey Where Wisdom Comes from Listening, Not Speaking The Indigenous Peoples of North America th…

  • ROMEO, JULIET AND A BALCONY

    Passion and Tragedy in Shakespeare’s Verona The desire to escape from the everyday and take re…

  • TOWARDS THE INNER LIGHT

    Provence Trip, Inspiration for All Beauty Lovers “Sometimes you leave to forget, other times t…

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SPANISH CONTEMPORARY POETRY: Ángel Guinda, Avid Life

“Tu boca vertical me escupió oblicuo y no ha dejado tu sangre de rodar; más que en la mesa, al volcarse una botella, su dentro se derrama. Y esa sangre no puede coagular sino en mi pecho, en esa bomba músculo que llaman corazón y yo taberna. Bebo mosto de alumbramiento, negro alcohol espejo de tu ausencia. Llevo toda la …

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FERREIRA GULLAR, ALL POETRY: None, vacancies

NAO HÁ VAGAS “O preço do feijão não cabe no poema. O preço do arroz não cabe no poema. Não cabem no poema o gás a luz o telefone a sonegação do leite da carne do açúcar do pão. O funcionário público não cabe no poema com seu salário de fome sua vida fechada em arquivos. Como não cabe no …

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DIE FOR NOT DIE FOR, BY PAUL ELUARD: To make be trapped

“This is a restaurant like no other. Are we to believe that I do not like anyone? A tall woman beside me, beating eggs with his fingers. A traveler puts his clothes on a table and holds me head. He is wrong, I do not know any mystery, I do not even know the meaning of the word: mystery, I …

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NOT DIE OF DYIN, BY PAUL ELUARD: In the heart of my love

  A beautiful bird shows me the light is in his eyes, in plain view. He sings about mistletoe in the middle of the sun. Eyes singers animals and their anger or boredom songs forbade me to get out of this bed I spend my life. Dawn in countries without grace takes the appearance of oblivion. And that emotional woman …

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