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Apache2 Ubuntu Default Page. This is the default welcome page used to test the correct operation of the Apache2 server after installation on Ubuntu systems. It is based on the equivalent page on Debian, from which the Ubuntu Apache packaging is derived. If you can read this page, it means that the Apache HTTP server installed at this site is working properly. You should replace this file. Before continuing to operate your HTTP server. Package was installed on this server. Is always included from the main...
PoemAlley
Welcome to PoemAlley, Stamford, Connecticut's eclectic venue for poets, poetry reading and discussion! Open to anyone living in Fairfield County and the surrounding area, we meet Tuesday nights at 7:00 pm at Curley's Diner on 62 Park Place (behind Target) . Come contribute, get something to eat, or simply listen! Unitarian Universalist Society in Stamford. Looking Back To Look Forward With Van Hartmann. John F. McMullen at Barnes and Noble: An Evening Wit. Apr 9, 2018. In his most recent title, Riptide.
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Started a bit ambitious - thinking I would post one poem almost every day! I guess, poems are seeping into my life less regularly than imagined. Nevertheless, although it is not flowing, it is dripping, dripping the poems that mean a lot to me. Friday, May 1, 2015. From Martin Bustamante, a prisoner in Unit 48 of San Martín. The heart chews tears of time;. Blinded by that light,. It hides the speed of existence. Where the images go rowing by. The heart cracks under sad gazes,. Breathes the sun,. From Mar...
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Sunday, December 09, 2012. E quando sobe aquele nó. Eu engulo as lágrimas e abro um livro. Porque há sempre novas e velhas histórias para serem (re) escritas. E, em cada livro, há sempre uma nova descoberta. Um pouco mais sobre nós. Uma dica, um começo para (re) escrevermos a nossa própria história. Tem gente que vai morar para sempre, na gente. Tuesday, November 13, 2012. Para quê julgar flores, se todas exalam perfumes? Para quê definir cores? Para quê se preocupar com o que pensam as borboletas? Simpl...
Poema Lunar
Sexta-feira, 5 de maio de 2017. 18 dias no Japão. Foram 18 dias de sonho e muitas caminhadas pelo Japão. Começamos por Tokyo, onde ficamos por 4 dias. A ideia era entrarmos em contato com calma com a cultura japonesa antes de partir para as outras cidades. Há tanta gente que até o flu xo dos pedestres é ordenado: quem vai anda pela esquerda. Quem vem, pela direita. Bom, quem vai e quem vem é relativo, mas vocês entenderam! Tokyo foi nossa chegada e também de onde partimos depois de passarmos por Kyoto, O...
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Añoro el pan de mi madre. El café de mi madre. Y la caricia de mi madre. La infancia crece en mí. Y deseo vivir porque si muero,. De las lágrimas de mi madre. Toma mi corazón, llévatelo. Lo doy para tu resurrección. Te lo entrego por tus víctimas. Por tu tierra ocupada por el invasor. Palestina estás en mí. Te llevo en mis ojos. Desembocas en mis lágrimas. Trémulo te nombro con amor cristalino. Palestina, madre de pezones luminosos. Palestina, madre de geologías planetarias. Madre de hijos de tormenta.
