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Let Love Begin – Poetry from Vietnam

Break my chain and set me free Strip me of my armor tight, You’ll find I don’t give up a fight Release my soul held deep within I am ready now let love begin. Thành Ba Le, internationally renowned and global awards-winning poet from Vietnam, the Land of Blue Dragon, shares his poetry Internationally

CRIMONOGEN FOUND IN HUMAN BLOOD: GODS CALL EMERGENCY MEETING

There are those who are active agents of crime, and there are millions, who do not resist this crime. They too are partakers of the criminalization of human mind, responsible for showing heavy deposits of crimonogen in human blood. Dr. Jernail Singh Anand “Gods have called an emergency meeting. The Divine Lab reports crimonogen in

Three films produced in Tatarstan are selected for the international program “Altyn Minbar”

Three films by Tatarstani filmmakers are selected for the international program of the XX “Altyn Minbar” Kazan International Film Festival, which will take place in Kazan from September 6 to 11. More than that, 11 more films are presented in the national competition. As it was mentioned earlier, the shortlist for the XX

Freezing Nature – Poetry from India

The nature is looking At the path of Sun. From one month There is layer of fog And clouds in the sky. Jatinder Aulakh, an eminent poet from India, shares his poetry Jatinder Aulakh is an eminent poet and editor from India. He is writer of best seller book: ‘fall can’t cease the springs’. His poetry has

The Sweetness of the Nineties

Do you remember when we used to rush back from school to see what our mothers had cooked, whether it was stuffed vegetables or koshari with liver, and then we'd play Monopoly, or go to our rooms to play Amr Diab's new tape? When his tapes were released, cassette shops would be busy for a while and the lines would be long. Or we'd