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Champions of the truth – A Poem from Italy

Valentina Ciurleo, a poetess from Italy, shares her poem Valentina Ciurleo was born in Roma (Italia) in 1973 where she lives and works. Her poems are present in anthologies and literary sites. She writes for the magazine “La Recherche” and currently dedicates himself to photography by associating images and

The Concert of the World – Poetry from Italy

The concert of the world is of winds and breath Francesco Vitale, an eminent poet from Italy, shares his poetry Francesco Vitale was born in Cosenza (Italy). He graduated in Cinema, Television and Multimedia Production at Roma Tre University. He has published Una storia dei giorni che passa (Coessenza, 2015), Varchi attivi (Edizioni

Children’s Literature: Fresh Dream

Short Story of a girl from Surkhandarya region of Uzbekistan who had left her homeland in search of livelihood, returns to establish a factory for helping jobless youth, and becomes a successful entrepreneur Barno closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she landed at the Tashkent airport. She felt the aroma of soil was so lovely. The

Amir Wahib: Iconic Egyptian Artist (Interview)

The Egyptian artist Amir Wahib is an almost unique character with a special world in drawing, design and ideas. His journey in and outside Egypt - and what is between them – is glorious. I went to meet him in his studio to be my guest for a short interview, but the session was interesting and he talked about everything. Egypt and the

Morning Chatters – My Coffee

Nothing is as it was... My cup of coffee is no longer the source of happiness that I would wait for from night to morning to revel in the meaning of peace and tranquility. Its aroma no longer has the joy that once tickled my senses with love and passion... It no longer has that magical effect, capable of always awakening me, despite that