BE TOGETHER: Poetry by Emily Bronte
BE TOGETHER “Being together, is at the same time for us have time as in the solitude, be happy as in the company. “ (Emily Bronte)
Read More »LIKE A GUST OF WIND: Poetry by Susanna Tamaro
LIKE A GUST OF WIND “Among our soul and our body, there are many small windows. From there, if they are open, pass the emotions. If you are just narrowed filter, only love can open your all together and suddenly, like a gust of wind. “ (Susanna Tamaro)
Read More »NOT FOR A SEASON: Poetry by Fran Tarel
NOT FOR A SEASON “I love you for the winter, because leavens life. I love you for the spring, because the wellspring of life. I love you for the summer, because life explodes, I love you for the autumn, because it turns off the life. I love you for life, why are not you for a season. “ (Fran Tarel)
Read More »LOVING KINDNESSES: Poetry of Lao-Tzu
LOVING KINDNESSES “The kindness of the words creates confidence. The kindness of thoughts creates depth. Kindness in giving creates love.” (Lao Tzu)
Read More »JOURNEY TO ANTEQUERA: Under the Sierra de Torcal, all the elegance of Andalusia
Sure, my city is also an industrial center (but this, you do not care). Let’s talk about what can make your trip a palatable in my city and in my land. In the lower part of the city, you’ll notice the two churches (San Sebastian and Los Trinitarios), but if you love archeology, I can accompany you in the Palacio …
Read More »UNITED COLOURS OF SENSATION: A blink while you’re looking at the sky in eyes, picking up the sound of the sensations
FLOWERS IN THE WIND – G. Apollinaire: Your eyelids flying like flowers, flying in the wind gone mad. WONDERS VISUAL – R. Barthes: The debunker of our senses, touch. In contrast to the view, which is the most magical. The wonderful visual reasoning suffers the assault of touch. HEAVEN IN YOUR EYES – J. Maragall y Gorina: Lord, if the …
Read More »NEWS OF HUNGER – Poetry of Federico DÃaz Granados
NEWS OF HUNGER “Are inhabited by hunger. And all they tell me. It is not the fear or doubt, just a rhythm intact, that does not touch the beach with his salt. Hunger is perhaps a slight testament, or this insistence on destroying the house, and renew the stone in a dream. Little is what I remember of …
Read More »THREE INCHES OF SKIN: Poetry by Laura Corraducci
THREE INCHES OF SKIN “Three inches of skin you have sewn to life, I like a belt. The points also secured rights to, three crosses on Golgotha your meat. Is the wind, to untie me from your hips. Come fire, to burn inside a thunder. Butterfly loose powder on the wall, death today steal the scars. “ (Laura Corraducci)
Read More »PACITA ABAD – Tropical flowers and animal wildlife, shades of the Philippines
PAINTING: Poetry by Ferreira Gullar
PAINTING “I know that if I touch with her hand corner of the picture where a yellow blazes I would burn in it or I would have tarnished forever delirium the fingertips. “ (Ferreira Gullar)
Read More »FRANCESCO BASSANO THE YOUNGER (1549/1592): He moved to Venice, where he paint a series of pictures, Also in the Doge’s Palace
WELCOME IN COSTA DEL CARIBE: Cartagena, Ciutad Perdida and 1600 km of beach, along with Manuel
Lush nature, full of history. Cheerful inhabitants (the Costeños), always ready to sing and dance, along with their fellow natives – the Kuna, Kogi, Arhuaco and Guajiro – who know all the secrets of the Sierra Nevada. Welcome to Costa del Caribe, 1600 km of Atlantic coastline, a succession of towns and villages, rocks, beaches and palm trees. I live …
Read More »MYSTERY ON THE ROAD: Poetry by Tomas Tranströmer
MYSTERY ON THE ROAD “It put the light of day on the face of a sleeping man. There came a most vivid dream but did not wake. It settled the darkness on the face of a man on the move, among the people in sunbeams strong and impatient. Suddenly it became dark as to the storm. I was in a …
Read More »BEAUTY MASK: Poetry by Anita Nair
BEAUTY MASK “With sandalwood powder and turmeric, with yogurt and sour drops of hope watered rose water, I prepare a new face and shining for this new me. With this mask will cut off the past speckled “maybe” yellowish, have penetrated to collect residual waste, spianerò old paths unnecessary and I will remove all traces of faint praise devastating. “ …
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