The pure essence of childhood – By P. Reeti The cover of this issue is dedicated to all the children of the world, especially those who face bad experiences, those who resist and those who have been denied a future. It features a shot by Salar Charmi, an extraordinary Iranian photographer whose works have been […]
Three Poems
To evoke the sense of closeness and shared understanding of the human experience, and thus follow the meaning of poetry, according to what Rosanna Bazzano states, we propose three poems, each by a different poet, with English translation, a brief description and the biography of the lyricists: Rosanna Bazzano, Domenico Cipriano and Floriana Coppola. Tu […]
Artistic ramifications of an Irpino poet. Meet Domenico Cipriano.
There is talk of a crisis of poetry. The truth is that the crisis does not concern poetry, but rather the masses, those who live in a state of perpetual crisis, a crisis that justifies consumerism of any kind, even that of words, those “disposable” words worthy of that pseudo culture that offers them to […]
Valentine’s Day is around the corner!
Valentine’s Day is just a few days away and for this occasion we have prepared some foldable love cards featuring a photograph by Flavio Sanguinetti entitled Only One Love. Born in Peru to Italian parents, Flavio Sanguinetti has lived for many years in the United States where he captures the magic of everyday life and […]
Gennaro Patrone awarded today at “Monologhi e Colori” contest II Edition.
Gennaro Patrone is a multifaceted artist and a very sensitive man. Being a researcher of “faces” and “feelings” he is therefore an investigator of the Neapolitan soul and therefore of Neapolitan language. Alongside his activity as a painter and sculptor Gennaro is also an author and poet. We remember him for “Favola dei Giorni Nostri” […]
Nigel Lembo – Loosing Identity. Marionette (puppets)
EN – Text Translation. Here we are. When the puppet loses its mask every identity falls with it. It (the puppet) strips off her present, her past, and her future. It no longer has eyes to see the faces of the spectators, nor ears to hear laughter and applause. It has no mouth to […]
‘A Curona Mia – poem by Gennaro Patrone
‘A curona mja Nun è fatta d’ oro De diamante prezziuse ‘O d’ argiento o de ‘bbronze Neanche de zircune E nemmanco de perle ‘A cosa bella… Ca curona mja Nun ‘è visibbile Nun è lucente è ‘ppure arruzzunute Trasparente Brutta Ammaccata Deforme Ma sicuramente è surata Chin’ ‘e calle Fatte de spine.. de carute […]