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Poetry Planetariat Marks the First World Congress of the World Poetry Movement (WPM)

The new issue of the Poetry Planetariat comes out at the time when the poet-delegates from around the world are meeting in Medellin on 13-15 July and in Caracas on 17-19 July 2023 for the First World Congress of the World Poetry Movement (WPM). We take this opportunity to welcome all the poet delegates from across the continents. After

A Message to the Purveyors of the Dark Tunnel Lie

I am not an economist or a specialist in this field, but what is confirmed to me by all experts and those familiar with economic conditions is that the economy is a state before it is numbers and theories. Whenever a state of optimism prevails among people, the greater the opportunity to overcome crises, no matter how difficult they are.

I have returned to you

In the depths of the primitive night, when tranquility seized the place, and calmness wore the cloak of time. The pleasant darkness of the night, mingled with the serenity of the moon, became so gentle - how to describe it when it was dispelled by the moonlight, forming a painting in itself framed behind nature amidst olive groves. There are

Five Loaves of Bread

Her back's curve, emanating from the darkness of her solitary room into the stairwell, cast a beautiful awe into my soul. Her slow, elderly, majestic steps made me gently bend, extending my hand as if I feared it might break. Then, spontaneously, I gently patted the arch of her forward-leaning back. When she lifted her face to mine, she

"Two Roses of the Soul"

(1) You're the rose in the heart of a summery winter, All the roses of the world have died... except you. How can I resist the shimmering magic of the waves in your petals? A wave.. or a tree.. creeping towards me?? The night is dense by the sea, And I plunge into the darkness of this moon, Specters are dancing over