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I AM NOT A WOMAN   I’m not a woman. I’m a neutral thing. I am a child, a pageboy and a bold decision, am a ray of sunshine laughing scarlet. I am a fishing net for all the voracious fish, I am a glass in honor of all women, I am a step towards the case and ruin, am …

THE SWAN OF TUONELA A segment for a 1940 film, Fantasia. A piece used as introductory music to the BBC radio production of Lost Horizon. The Swan of Tuonela, it is an 1895 tone poem (part of the Lemminkäinen Suite). The music paints a gossamer image of an animal – a swan – swimming around Tuonela, the island of the …

HUNGER In a time when the city had a different name, a writer lives his difficult life experience. Christiania (the current Oslo), is the city where the man is dominated by a sky full of illusions and hopes, hunger and delusions. In the streets of that city, a woman crosses his own destiny with that of the writer without readers, …

TRACKS Death does not put me more afraid. They get so many comrades continually. I will find the way following quietly their fresh tracks. (Henrik Ibsen) http://www.amazon.com/Ibsens-Poems-Henrik-Ibsen/dp/8200074552  

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 …