December 23, 2024 4:01 pm

A BOOK WITHOUT TIME, THE PRINCE: Niccolo Machiavelli, ie profit and virtue, in the hazy boundaries of power

Few books, like this, books remain timeless. Suggestion of writing, combined with the criteria of logic and passion, make it the object and subject of the issues relating to power and success. If you think – reading it – to remain indifferent, you’re wrong. Profit and virtue, together to concerns of power, are a reality that goes beyond the boundaries. …

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WELCOME TO REYKJAVIK: Together with Olaf, to discover the unimaginable

Hello, thanks to the space that gives me Meeting Benches, I can briefly accompany in my city. You will notice something unusual, a feeling also visible in this season: the city (in its way), is able to warm up. What you see is the old city (between Tjorn, Laekjargata, the port and the suburb of Seltjarnarnes). If you want, you …

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CHILEAN CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: Nona Fernandez, Mapocho

A novel – Mapocho – by Nona Fernandez (Municipal Literary Prize, 2003). In it, the author discusses the Fernandez interpretation of the historian’s mission, in the foundation process of the nation. You can discover the places of the ethnic, sexual and political minorities within the national project, and the strategies of resistance employed by these groups. The  novel, inverts the …

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THE SOUND OF YOUR LAST GOODBYE: A poem by Luis Sepúlveda

“The last sound of your goodbye, I told him that I knew nothing and that it was the time required to learn the why of the matter. So, between the stones I knew that sum is to unite and subtract that leaves us alone and empty. That the colors reflect the naive desire of the eye. That solfeggi and the …

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SPANISH CONTEMPORARY POETRY: Ángel Guinda, Avid Life

“Tu boca vertical me escupió oblicuo y no ha dejado tu sangre de rodar; más que en la mesa, al volcarse una botella, su dentro se derrama. Y esa sangre no puede coagular sino en mi pecho, en esa bomba músculo que llaman corazón y yo taberna. Bebo mosto de alumbramiento, negro alcohol espejo de tu ausencia. Llevo toda la …

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FERREIRA GULLAR, ALL POETRY: None, vacancies

NAO HÁ VAGAS “O preço do feijão não cabe no poema. O preço do arroz não cabe no poema. Não cabem no poema o gás a luz o telefone a sonegação do leite da carne do açúcar do pão. O funcionário público não cabe no poema com seu salário de fome sua vida fechada em arquivos. Como não cabe no …

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