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BLACK AND WITHE PICTURES     Star outfitted in a row gray fence in front of the house gray in the fog they start up flight from the fog on black wings into the light. (Gyrdir Eliasson) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stone-Tree-Gyrdir-Eliasson/dp/1905583087

ANGELS OF THE UNIVERSE They are in the mood, sad feelings inside the cold Iceland. Reality and fantasy merge, through the pages of the book, while the houses of loneliness open their doors to every reader. You will know the protagonist of the book – Pall – you will observe children who watch over the angels, in the midst of …

BY ONE WHO PASS’D FOR CHAMBERMAID By one who pass’d for Chamber-Maid. Tho’ by her loose and sluttish Dress, She rather seem’d a Bedlam-Bess. Curious to know from whence she came, I prest her to declare her Name. She Blushing, seem’d to hide her Eyes, And thus in Civil Terms replies: In better Times, e’er to this Land, I was …

ISLANDS IN THE STREAM “Bimini”, “Cuba” and “the sea”. A trilogy of the sea, where you will know Thomas Hudson and his inner conflicts, where you can relive the atmosphere of old Havana, and you can – finally – get the archipelago “Jardines del Rey”, and you seem to hear something that comes from a distance, from another novel by …

NOT ALL ENDS Not everything ends. It all starts as a whimper. It all begins, and with reddened eyes. Ah, father. Pain generates. I love sleeping on a leaf. Enchantment blue is love. Red carnation as exploding in the shadows, pale, ardent love is. It all begins. At times, breaking the mass of clouds, the penalty had so hoped. Will …

GUANTANAMERA Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma, y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido. Mi verso es un ciervo herido, que busca en el monte amparo. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, cultivo una rosa blanca, en Julio como en Enero, …

BLOOD If it is the moon that governs the tides, what strange star controls the blood of our two different bodies? It is a star that your eyes can not see, not even mine, it lives hidden by the moon and the sun. His subject cruel plays with the signs of its particles, without fear to get in danger of …

Although this book is offered to students in schools, for nearly twenty years, also adults read its pages, but with the eyes of children. Reading a mother gull named Kengah, in Hamburg, you too will discover the magic of the group life and migration, the dip in the sea (looking herring), the danger of oil slicks, to know a strange …

JUEGAS TODOS LOS DIAS CON LA LUZ DEL UNIVERSO Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua. Eres más que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto, como un racimo entre mis manos cada día. A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo. Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas. Quién escribe …