Unexpected days

Unexpected days We are living in unexpected days, the whole world seized by a primary instinct of self-preservation has locked itself in and is trying to escape death. States are destitute, unprepared and obsessed with winning more and more, they behave without humanity. No cologne to put on our hands or disinfectant, not even simple…

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Random lines

Random lines.. Some memories always linger Some incidents often trigger Few instances buzz loud Very few silently sound Often past carry forward in action As if present has to accept the motion Carrying the concept we think , Concurrence may happen in future So our action becomes it’s reaction We always think we are right…

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My Life

My Life My name is Peppe Altimare .I was born in Naples, Italy, to parents of humble origins. Since I was a child, I have always played with feelings, always carrying them in my heart and molding them according to circumstances. My cultural education has been seen since I was a child, when what happened…

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My life

MY LIFE VULNERABLE CONSCIOUSNESS As the moments are gone and the time is playing blindflies with the empty moments of the eternity the consciousness is speechless looking for a truth, an answer to the endless questions… (Collection of poems , Dreams of Oasis (Amphictyon of Hellenism, Department of Literature, Thessaloniki, 2014 . The collection was…

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The Body

The Body With eyes half-closed and a headache that won’t be purged by aspirin’s priests, which I eject from my body — My body that I don’t like so much, but I don’t mock it as it should be mocked. Or love it as it should be loved. I never sip drowsiness all at once,…

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Awakening

Awakening conscience which flows through the veins doesn’t allow forgetting about oneself despite this you sleep with the hard sleep of Jonas you don’t dump the world on the other side of your eyelids you remain motionless dying while alive Izabela Zubko Poetess, journalist and translator Warsaw, Poland translate by: Anna Meysztowicz 0

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THE SEA GETS TOGETHER ME

THE SEA GETS TOGETHER ME The sea gets together me with infinity. He untangles everyone heavy thoughts. They get dressed in my lunar room conceived destinies. And white sheets. I’m not looking for anyone’s consolation. Guardian of Fire send me One Creator. And the bright misfortune is house of my feelings vast. Rozalia Aleksandrova Writer…

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