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What are some book recommendations that make you really think?

I have answered this at Quora.
Wind, Sand and Stars (French title: Terre des hommes, literally “Land of Men”) by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

“When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.”

“I looked about me. Luminous points glowed in the darkness. Cigarettes punctuated the humble meditations of worn old clerks. I heard them talking to one another in murmurs and whispers. They talked about illness, money, shabby domestic cares. And suddenly I had a vision of the face of destiny. Old bureaucrat, my comrade, it is not you who are to blame. No one ever helped you to escape. You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds and the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as a man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.”

Mirror of the night

“My Diego:

Mirror of the night
Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. waves between our hands.

All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light. You were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color.
You are all the combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand lines form shades movement. You fulfill and I receive. Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.”

Frida Kahlo‘s love letter to Diego Rivera. Probably one of the most beautiful and eccentrically revealing of the magic between them.

Artist Frida Kahlo

If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda

Art – Thomas Edwin Mostyn

Also published at Quora.com.

Biking else matters

Cycle positive!
One of the latest and finest piece of news is that parks will be open for visitors, pedestrians, nature-lovers,… bikers with a hankering for new May sunsets and sycamore trees.
I haven’t seen a blooming tree since the 11th March. Like all addicts, I can remember precisely when I had the last cycling dose in the library of trees.

Lately, I have read that the U.S. is facing a severe bicycle shortage as global supply chains, disrupted by the virus outbreak, try to meet the surge in demand. Many shops are low on inventory or sold out. – https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/18/nyregion/bike-shortage-coronavirus.html?smid=linkedin

Apparently, I have beaten the rush as I have two of them. I have read on LinkedIn that bicycles are presently called the freedom machines.
I can’t help remembering those times when I declared myself part of the free bikefolk, 3 years ago:

Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do, which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before, I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2018/01/02/biking-else-matters-5/

Art – David Hockney

Tailored Ink

Meet Han-Gwon Lung, CEO & Co-Founder of Tailored Ink

There is no one “right” road for everyone to take. Do what feels best for you.
Read the full article: https://businesscollective.com/han-gwon-lung-tailored-ink/index.html

Domenico Gnoli – Babylon

Knifed at Blue Insights

Blue Insights has published my latest poem, Knifed.
Enjoy reading!
https://medium.com/blueinsight
I am honored and humbled to be part of the Medium publications!

I aim at dreams
knife them
as trophies on my wall.
I can always
take one down,
quench the thirst
of a turbulent wound
with
tainted endearment
from the poisoned well

We dug and drained
under the wing of
One night.
I’m in love
with a stabbed dream.

Under my skin
Rumors of thyself
move clouds upon the moon…

Art by Gertrude Abercrombie.

About Iulia Halatz
“We should take power and strength from our stories.” Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

For the love of books

As being confined at my home, I have gone through my books now that I will (probably) have more time to read.
Next to my first poems published in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I, there it was the black luster of my graduation paper. In the both I have put my passion and toil, sweat and tears.
My graduation year was one of the worst, being squeezed under job worries, preparation for the Post graduate exams, completing my graduation paper and being caught in a troublesome web of love and pain.
While leafing through my thesis I couldn’t imagine how on earth I had the patience and fortitude to set off upon the journey of the Gods thorough the Victorian Age.
Must be the love for ideals, love for hope, love for Mythology, love for word-work that helped me swam under all worries aided only by the unicorn-blue sheen of the moon onto the leaves of that forlorn summer.

Presently, I am travelling the world with the help of a sack of books and I am rearranging memories upon their shelves.

Art – Kinuko Craft

Lockdown Exulansis

My brand-new poem written for Medium.com
https://medium.com/@iuliahalatz

The smallness of the evening
Gives new beatings
In my heart.

Ding-dongs
In the color of the falling night
Dynastic stars support
The sky like so many
Miniature Atlases

I need a bigger one
To hold the
Heavy empty void
Of the soul

I lay myself
To sleep in the arms
Of snow living suns

They can never melt

They keep me going
Like flames
In the blue glass.
Thaw it and
Wisely return to fire….

Some time ago, Exulansis prompted me to start writing and to have penned a place of my own making. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost.

Art – Harald Slott-Møller 1918

About Iulia Halatz
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud…As dreams cost nothing… In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Spillwords.com, Medium.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

Close friends

“Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.”
Vincent Van Gogh

VINCENT VAN GOGH: Chestnut Trees in Blossom