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Dal : 05/01/2011
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Guido Chiarelli: scoprimento della nuova targa a Torino

Guido Chiarelli: scoprimento della nuova targa a Torino

La figlia Lidia allo scoprimento della nuova targa al Parco del Valentino - Torino La nuova targa La figlia Lidia ha presenziato lo scoprimento della nuova targa per Guido Chiarelli al Parco del Valentino. Torino 4 gennaio 2021
"Loneliness in blood" by Anna Keiko (China). Preface by Lidia Chiarelli

"Loneliness in blood" by Anna Keiko (China). Preface by Lidia Chiarelli

LONELINESS IN BLOOD by Anna Keiko Anna Keiko tackles emotionally charged themes in her collections of poems Loneliness on Blood. Touching universal topics such as love and separation, life and death, the beauty of nature, the transience of human things, Anna accompanies us on a journey where we have the opportunity not only to taste the beauty of l

"The Wuhan Virus And the Tragedy of Suffering", essay by KHE IEM, Vietnam

Khe Iem The Wuhan Virus And the Tragedy of Suffering March 25, 2020 Little Saigon is pleased by the thoughts of poet Khế Iêm on the Corona virus pandemic, and we would like to thank him for delivering this essay to us. oOo The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. Going back in Western History, Egyptian civilization dates from around 3200
"I Chase, always" poem by Amita Sanghvi, Oman. Painting by Gianpiero Actis, Italy

"I Chase, always" poem by Amita Sanghvi, Oman. Painting by Gianpiero Actis, Italy

I Chase, Always..... The bird hardly perches, The welcoming wave recedes, The breeze never halts, Can't catch the sunbeams. The fortnightly visitor silver, Behind the clouded skies Plays hide and seek. Empty-handed, Hope-ridden, Stretching my hand, I chase, always. Amita Sanghvi Io sono sempre in cerca ... L'uccello si posa a stento, L'onda di benv

"TALE OF BERLIN" by Sherzod Artikov, Uzbekistan

The tale of Berlin In the morning, I went to the metro station in Cottbus. It was drizzling outside. When I arrived at the station, I entered a small café to help myself. Next to the door a poor guy was playing some lovely melodies with his violin that I don’t know. Passersbywere leaving some coins in his copper bowl whilst the dog near him was