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ROMANTIC MOON When the moon shines in the night mist, with his scythe tender and shiny, my soul aspires to another world, enchanted by infinite distances. The woods, the mountains, the snow-white peaks, I hasten in dreams as a spirit sick, I watch the world peaceful, and softly cry and breath the moon. I absorb this pale splendor, as an …

THE SEA (Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY4o2G6hmaQ  

BREATH ON MARBLE Imagine a remote farm in Lithuania, imagine a family with a child suffering from a serious illness. In that place, in that family, he is greeted a child, an adopted son. Leafing through the pages, the writer will give you intense emotions, all wrapped in the psychological nuances of the protagonists of the novel. The opportunity to …

LITHUANIA You are small, you easily holds the palm of Ciurlionis, you are our slice of bread and butter on the table of the world, apparecchiata festively. Microscopic point on the globe, steel plate on the armor of Grünwald, residual Pirciupiai in the heat of the blood, crystal drop of a lake blue, green dawn of a fallow field, rain …

THE SKY Window without railing, without frames, without glass. An opening and nothing beyond, only amplitude. I do not have to wait for a clear night, nor raise his head to look at the sky. The sky I behind, arm and on the eyelids. The sky around me tightly, and lifts me from below. Even the highest mountains, is not …

HEART OF DARKNESS A novel that fades into a tale, a tale that becomes a novel. Conrad, a writer of Polish origin, accompanies you in the pages of the wild jungle, one that you will see come to life around you, listening to the rustles of it, along with the majesty of its dark mystery that envelops Kurtz, the main …

INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY Infant holy, for His bed a cattle stall. Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, Nowells ringing, tidings bringing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping, vigil till the morning new. Saw the glory, heard the story,tidings of a Gospel true. Thus …

SHADOWS So I thought of you, and I have written so much about you, not to know who you were. In so many rooms I slept, without you by my side, and many are the houses in which I lived, without you. Many are the cities where I met you. There are many things that I need, or lost on …

OUT OF AFRICA Reading this novel, like watching a fresco, you can find the beauty of African nature – and the human soul – but with all its colors, with all its strengths and weaknesses. An autobiographical book, covers the years in which the writer lived on a farm in Kenya with her husband. Flipping through pages that have been …

FORE THE LOVE OF THE TRUTH His characters conceal unsuspected depths, they are questioning the meaning of life, to carry errors and illusions, looking for a paradise on earth, where “the Case” reigns supreme. Leafing through the pages of the novel, you shall know Theodor (the only framer intellectual Sweden), reading that, to him – who lives in a lonely …

CERTAIN THAT HURTS Of course it hurts when buds open. Why otherwise should hesitate spring? Why should our whole burning nostalgia, be it related to pale and bitter frost? Yet the bud was casing all winter. What’s new, now, that affects and press? Of course it hurts when buds open, hurt that grows, and what it contains. Of course it …