NEVER TO PART Here are the memories of our exuberant night Holding onto the beautiful dreams Where love began under

Poem by BUI DANG SINH from Vietnam His biography: Member of the Vinh Phu Provincial Literature and Arts Association since

It’s Christmas every time… It’s Christmas every time an embrace opens up from the rigid shell of the Earth to

Rise and Shine My Hero: I was nicknamed a disabled being, crippled from certain things, Wandering through woof of darkness

THE FLAME OF LONGING Tonight, the sky feels heavy, As if is burdened with the dark blue, Upon my weary

بشرى بعودتك أستاذنا الكبير بُشرى بخبرٍ أسعد القلوب وزفّ للروح فرحةً ما بعدها فرح ها قد عادت البسمة وعاد النور

Questions Who am I? What am I? A distorted reflection of a character in a mirror, one grain of sand

  LE PERSONE GENTILI Le persone gentili sono opere d’arte, hanno occhi  che sorridono e abbracciano. Quando le incontri ricorda

    Προς το παρόν σου στέλνω κι εγώ ένα χριστουγεννιάτικο ποίημα μέρες που έρχονται που μπορείς να το δημοσιεύσεις

THE BRIDGE OF LOVE (Vo Thi Nhu Mai) Frankfurt leans into the late light the old musician bending his music