The moment I wrapped myself in my grandma’s shawl – Poems and art by Laure Keyrouz
My Grandma’s Shawl I passed through the matchsticks- a dance hall of strange eyes,Sawing firewood with one hand ,Blazing the ...
My Grandma’s Shawl I passed through the matchsticks- a dance hall of strange eyes,Sawing firewood with one hand ,Blazing the ...
by Sana Darghmouni, translated from Italian by Pina Piccolo. Blake is the God-man. His drawings are so far ...
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December 24, 2024 marks ten years since the premature passing of Brazilian/Italian writer Julio Monteiro Martins, important cultural figure from...
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