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Turin June 20- July 8 Photo show by formerly trafficked women
Announcing a photo show about human trafficking in which the photographers are all the actual survivors. Previous story in TDM http://www.thedreamingmachine.com/voice-of-freedom-trafficked-women-speak-leila-segal/ ...
“Don’t exile me from your mist” – Five poems by Ferruccio Benzoni
Blue and Gloomy The sea is that blue and gloomy thing you and I one day sailed through, which...
The Hidden Harmony- Oppido Lucano: Photo gallery and Poem by Giorgio Di Maio
Walking through places; walking through ages Coming from darkness to darkness we’ll return; in the middle, Light. Light that...
Excerpt from “L’opera degli ulivi”, by Santo Gioffrè
The hallway was quiet and deserted. Enzo climbed down the stairs on his tiptoes. He walked past the reception...
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“Don’t exile me from your mist” – Five poems by Ferruccio Benzoni
Blue and Gloomy The sea is that blue and gloomy thing you and I one day sailed through, which...
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Turin June 20- July 8 Photo show by formerly trafficked women
Announcing a photo show about human trafficking in which the photographers are all the actual survivors. Previous story in TDM http://www.thedreamingmachine.com/voice-of-freedom-trafficked-women-speak-leila-segal/ ...
“Don’t exile me from your mist” – Five poems by Ferruccio Benzoni
Blue and Gloomy The sea is that blue and gloomy thing you and I one day sailed through, which...
The Hidden Harmony- Oppido Lucano: Photo gallery and Poem by Giorgio Di Maio
Walking through places; walking through ages Coming from darkness to darkness we’ll return; in the middle, Light. Light that...
Excerpt from “L’opera degli ulivi”, by Santo Gioffrè
The hallway was quiet and deserted. Enzo climbed down the stairs on his tiptoes. He walked past the reception...
“My thoughts are hawks in search of earth’s splendours”- Four unpublished poems by Stuart Cooke
Beyond Itself There’s something particularly relaxing about sitting on a headland and watching sets roll in to the bay: those...
Poems from prison -A4, by Ashraf Fayadh – with photo gallery of his artwork
Your Content Goes Here A4 A blue ball pen A black marker Colors that are a clear declaration… in...
… and You are in a hammock – Three poems by Maged Zaher
1- We were born nowhere And words can’t connect The lakes, the mountains, etc To our bodies - Silence is...
Excerpts from “Ogni luogo è Taksim ” (Every place is Taksim), Murat Cinar & Deniz Yucel
ISTANBUL IS CHANGING I was born and raised in Istanbul, specifically in Feriköy, in the heart of old Costantinoples. It’s...
“What the Water Knows” in memoriam of Sam Hamill
What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive. A rat’s as moral as a monk in the eyes...
HARLEQUIN AND THE SCENT OF MONEY- by Walter Valeri, English translation by Marco Remo Zanelli
Playwright’s Note: For years, U.S. universities have used theatre as a medium for the learning of a second...
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