ANGUISH I do not come tonight for your body, or the beast that the sins of a nation, accept, or stir up in your impure hair a sad storm, under the tedium incurable pouring my kiss. I ask you to read the heavy sleep without dreams, hovered under the veil of secret remorse, and that you can enjoy after your …
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YOU ARE LIKENESS Do you lie: water unfolds. You are the water diverted by eddies, are the earth that takes root, and where everything is based do bubbles of silence in the silence of the roars. Singing hymns of night rainbow ropes. You’re everywhere Abolish every street. You sacrifice the time to youth eternal flame exact, which veils the …
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TIMELESS BOOKS, To Kill a Mockingbird: The existential shades of a childhood, in a sleepy Southern town
Compassionate, dramatic, and moving. To Kill A Mockingbird – a novel by Harper Lee –Â takes readers to the roots of human behavior – to innocence and experience, kindness and cruelty, love and hatred, humor and pathos. The existential shades of this novel of a childhood in a sleepy Southern town, and the crisis of conscience that rocked it, became both …
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I see a little bit of sadness in your eyes, because to go away from the island of Skiathos made you sad. Do not worry, in fact, we will not have to cross a great sea to get to the island of Skopelos, also in this archipelago of islands Sporades. Why, today I want to go with you on this …
Read More »ALL LETTERS OF LOVE: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa
ALL LETTERS OF LOVE All love letters are ridiculous. Would not be love letters if they were not ridiculous. I also wrote in my time love letters, like the others, ridiculous. Love letters, if there is love, must be ridiculous. But after all, only those who have never written love letters are ridiculous. I wish it were still the time …
Read More »MOON: Poetry, by Hai Zi
MOON Chimney smoke up and down. The moon is a white ape digging a well. The moon is a white ape smiling wanly on the river how many times blood trickles out of the sky. The white ape flows past a bell tower. The moon is a white ape smiling wanly. The moon breaks its own heart (Hai Zi) http://www.amazon.com/Autumn-Rooftops-English-Chinese-Edition/dp/0924047763 …
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YOUR HOUSE IN GREECE: Holidays in Sporades Islands, Skiathos
You’ll find lush landscaping, yes, in Greece. You find pine-clad mountains, rivers, and (of course), beaches without borders. If you like privacy (of course), you can choose from many coves, really suitable for complete relaxation. You will not find more pirates on these islands, but a special folklore, full of lively traditions.http://www.skiathos.gr/ Among these islands, today we offer Skiatos, because …
Read More »TRIP TO SCANDINAVIA: The eleventh section, by Narvik to Nordkapp
Special, really special section will travel today, because the long-awaited special Nordkapp is our goal, but after almost 700 street. I tell you this, to encourage you to not expect stops. We’ll have to be content with the countless reasons that make these next few hours so special. Sometimes dangerous roads (including those without asphalt), two ferries, the environment Lapp, …
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THE HAPPY SUN IS SHINING: Poetry, by Fernando Pessoa
THE HAPPY SUN IS SHINING The happy sun is shining, the fields are green and joyful, but my poor heart is pining for something far away. It is pining just for you, it is pining for thy kiss. It does not matter if you’re true to this. What matter is just you. I now the sea is beaming under the …
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A WICKER BASKET, THE FRAGRANCE OF ETERNITY: Welcome to Armenia, Colombia, at 1550 meters high from the sea and from the routine
Welcome to Colombia. I hope that your stay in my country has been happy, but if you want to add scent of coffee, come into my city, Armenia, what everyone calls “the coffee capital”. My name is Manuel, I am one of those who lives on a hill – 1550 meters above the sea – in this city south of …
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