December 23, 2024 7:59 pm

UNITED COLORS OF THE SEA: Joyful seagulls and fish friends, children playing among the mirrors of light, waiting for the storms, inside sea shells

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish …

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GOLDEN DRESS – By Du Qiu Niang

            “Do not look for dresses with golden threads but grabs the time of youth.             You can take the flower to his blossoming Do not wait to shake a stem withered.”

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NIGHT THOUGHTS – By Li Bai

“In front of my bed, the moon illuminates the earth. as reflections of frost.         I look up the shining moon, then bowed his head: my land is far away.”        

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MOORING NIGHT AT MAPLE BRIDGE – By Zhang Ji

“The moon sets, ice crystals fill the sky, cry of a raven.       Maple River in a fire fishing, sad image of my sleepless night.         By Han Shan temple, out of town, in the deep night comes to my boat a bell sound.”   By Zhang Ji                           

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XU ZHI MO, POEM – ANOTHER FAREWELL FROM CAMBRIDGE

Still a leave of Cambridge – Xu Zhi Mo (1895-1931)   “I left in silence, as quietly arrived; soft move my hand, to greet the clouds.       Those golden willows on the bank, brides are like the setting sun; shadow in the reflections of the waves, moves my heart.    Waterlilies above the muddy water, under move slowly, …

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MARSEILLE, THE SCENT OF MEMORIES: Sometimes they come back, you gorgeous. There is a particular shade of emotion tied to feelings, whose flavor is inside you, forever

I follow Meeting Benches for some months, and I was intrigued – especially – the editorial contributions of some readers, that is, from what their share of travel experiences. The last – one on Sussex – opened within me an invisible door, releasing a delicate fragrance that I had (deliberately) erased from my memory. In my case, sharing my feelings …

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UPPER WEST SIDE. YES, NEW YORK: Eating at Spazzia and warm at Sarabeth, without forgetting to photograph the stairs fire

Welcome to Manhattan, and thanks to Meeting Benches for the hospitality. Nice to meet you, I’m Mike. I’m sorry, we do not meet Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan and even (perhaps, Diane Keaton or Distin Hoffman), but – with a little imagination – I’ll go with you in some of his avenue, with the certainty that observing limousine and restaurants, you …

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