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Designed for the discriminating reader who expects a good story, good characters, and above all an aesthetic experience. It's in the language, you know? Contact me at R1234J@hotmail.com...

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There goes Le Roi de Soliel rolling down the hill. Like Roy always says: the first thing you do when you open one of these gallon jugs is toss the cap away. Now, he’s tumbling down a dirt path in the Presidio with the lights of The City winking behind and the GGB, a waterfront hack’s “golden”, glistening through the light fog and beckoning dead ahead. Michigan Bob gets to Roy first to make sure the wine is intact, both of them laughing and coughing, a couple of lunatics in the darkness. Just like them to howl at a new moon as now here comes Tex plummeting down the hill to meet them, hoping he can arrest his momentum before he bowls them over like a couple of tenpins needed for a spare. ...

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THERE GOES LE ROI DE SOLIEL... AN OLD SCORE THE GOOD PROFESSOR A VISIT TO THE LIBRARY WASHINGTON SQUARE CHANCE ENCOUNTER RELAY THE NATURE OF WORLDS THE EDUCATION OF HENRY APPEL, A NOVELLA...

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Poesias, crônicas, contos e ensaios. Poetry, chronicles, short stories and essays.

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Poesias, crônicas, contos e ensaios. Poetry, chronicles, short stories and essays.

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A Childs Dream of a Star in Latin

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24 nouvelles courtes (de 5 à 23 pages), des nouvelles proches de l'apologue où l'ordinaire frise l'extraordinaire dans l'extravagance et l'insolite. Thèmes: esothérisme, autre dimension, l'espace-temps......

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The most interesting and important event for the boys of the old, already semi-derelict school of the small town was going to the movies and the following discussion of the new film. But most had rarely the opportunity to go to the cinema and everyone who was lucky to see a new film retold for days again and again the contents until all the others knew the whole movie by heart without seeing it themselves. Especially the younger pupils lacked the money, but even the older ones had often not enough to by a ticket. Because for a ticket one had to pay twenty kopeks, otherwise one could not enter the cinema....

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The book keeper of the hospital of a small provincial town came one day home very tired. He had not the least desire to have dinner and so he decided to lay down at once and to sleep. In recent years it often happened, that he, after coming home in the evening, had dinner and immediately went to bed without a word to his already grown up children or his wife. She became more and more grumpy in view of his seclusion. He only wanted to sleep, to sleep soundly till daybreak of the next and probably again undesirably day which he always impatiently anticipated, only to immerse again in his coma. For any reason he remembered this evening his childhood in a state between vigil and slumber....

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An intriguing short story about solving the mystery of the cosmos and the metaphorical identity of Kafka's and Shakespeare's mistress.

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Συλλογή δεκατριών σύγχρονων ιταλικών διηγημάτων διαφόρων συγγραφέων. It's a collection of thirteen modern italian short stories written by various authors. ...

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Πατέρας, 1944 Mario Puccini Κυριακάτικη εκδρομή Carlo Montella Το σχολείο των χωρικών Saverio Strati Η εξέταση Leonardo Sciascia Οι ποδοσφαιριστές Roberto Pazzi Αμφισβήτηση των πάντων Dino Buzzati Μαλαστράνα Edgarda Ferri Γυναίκες στην πισίνα Sandra Petrignani Μια βραδιά στους Νάρντι Alcide Paolini Ο γαλάζιος άνθρωπος Giorgio Vecchietti Τα εφταμηνίτικα της Βαβέλ Giampiero Comolli Το φεγγάρι και το GNAC Italo Calvino Τα παιδιά του Αϊ-Βασίλη Italo Calvino ...

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Τέσσερα ποιήματα του Πιερ-Πάολο Παζολίνι και μία συζήτηση για ένα από αυτά. Four poems by Pier-Paolo Pasolini and a discussion on one of them. Translation from Italian into Greek by Christos Alexandridis. ...

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Σεξ, παρηγοριά στη μιζέρια! (Sex, cosolation to misery!) Μπαλάντα των μανάδων. (Mothers' ballad) Το ΚΚΙ προς τους νέους! (Italian Communist Party to the young!) Ικεσία στη μητέρα μου (A supplication to my mother) Συζήτηση (Discussion)...

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Νουβέλα της Ιταλίδας συγγραφέως Ματίλντε Σεράο (1856-1927). Μετάφραση από τα ιταλικά Χρίστος Αλεξανδρίδης. "Checchinas's virtue" is a novel wtitten by the Italian verist author Matilde Serao (1856-1927). The translation into Greek is made by Christos Alexandridis....

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Six novels by Guy De Maupassant translated into Greek.

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Ο μπαμπάς του Σιμόν (Le papa de Simon) Φεγγαρόφωτο (Claire de lune) Μεταμέλεια (Regret) Το σημάδι (Le signe) Στο δάσος (Au bois) Ο αλήτης (Le vagabond)...

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Relato corto sobre un hombre que no puede ser más de lo que es.

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This collection contains five short stories by Jan Willemson (in Estonian).

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Külaline Naine Sina Surmapäev Teater

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Avez-vous été jamais pris dans une dimension déformée de l’espace-temps ? Si c’est le cas, cette histoire vous rappellera peut-être des souvenirs lointains. Sinon, vous serez au moins prévenu et armé pour affronter une telle expérience. Mais attention : si vous tentez de sortir de cette situation grâce à votre raisonnement rationnel, préparez-vous à des moments difficiles à vivre....

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Lorsqu’il atteignit l’immeuble, personne ne l’attendait. Le soleil de l’après-midi brûlait la rue, mais heureusement l’entrée se trouvait du côté ombragé. Il poussa un soupir de soulagement en s’asseyant sur les marches en pierre fraîches du seuil. Il devait rencontrer quelqu’un ici, mais la chaleur et la marche dans les rues poussiéreuses avaient embrouillé son esprit et sa mémoire. Avec un peu de chance, ce repos à l’ombre l’aiderait à recouvrer ses sens. Il songeait encore à son état lorsqu’il entendit une voix tout près de lui. - Bonjour, je suis Claudine Bertin, ravie de vous connaître. Je suis contente que vous ayez pu venir. - Tout le plaisir est pour moi, Mademoiselle Bertin. - S’il vous plaît, appelez-moi Claudine. - D’accord, pas de problème. Alors vous m’appellerez Jean-Hubert. Il se leva et serra la main tendue. C’était une surprise agréable de voir cette jeune femme énergique alors qu’il s’attendait à rencontrer un agent immobilier chauve et grisonnant, épais et fade. Il eut cependant une sensation légèrement désagréable en touchant sa main. Sa peau était froide et rêche, un surprenant cont...

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"L'appartement" - une nouvelle.

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Los recuerdos se agolpan, abriendo paso como abre un cuchillo la piel: ¿cómo traer de vuelta el pasado sin que regrese el dolor? ¿Cómo justificar la traición, el olvido, el abandono, sin importar la causa, los motivos?...

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Pero entre los gritos ella no entiende su nombre, no descifra el "¡Tita, Tita!", conque la interpelan sobre la algarabía del chaparrón, en tanto su hija la tira de la mano, porque un auto sube la cuesta y de ella desciende un espectro que es copia del pasado: el cabello rojizo y una mirada amarilla con una mujer y dos niñas de trenzas negras detrás, y su hija se detiene en su tirón, antes de gritar, conforme sus ojos oscilan hacia el diluvio que nubla la visión, la tierra mojada que rechaza los golpes del líquido ajeno, la tierra endurecida que no sabe ahora, como no supo aquel lejano día aceptar de inmediato el agua, como ella, como la tierra que no se abrió ni se abre como ella ni como la piel cuando la traza un machete afilado. No, piensa, la tierra no otorga de inmediato su complacencia al arado, incluso si ha sido largo tiempo abandonada; no es como ella, entregada al cuerpo oloroso que la extendió sobre el catre y la penetró en un mutuo gemido que fue como un sacrificio ritual, dos cuerpos sudorosos por el calor de la tarde que permanecieron tendidos, mientras la tarde caía y ella pensaba en Ramiro sin pensar en su propio c...

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Volumul de faţă adună poeme scrise în perioada 2012-2014, stihuri care au fost risipite în varii publicaţii, precum şi în mediul online. De regulă, versurile respectă prozodia clasică, deşi nu acest lucru l-am avut prioritar în vedere. Preocuparea mea majoră a fost aceea de a transmite nedistorsionat mesajul de fond, căutând să aduc în faţa ochilor cititorului imagini poetice izvorâte din abisul unei realităţi interioare mult mai sensibile, mai nobile şi mai demne decât realitatea cotidiană atât de prozaică şi coruptă....

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Bunavestire la ceasul de priveghi 3 Nobilul amurg 4 Cercul interzis 5 Stropi de noapte 7 Inorogul îndrăgeşte fecioara 8 Descântec vinovat 9 Poemul iubirilor târzii 10 În dulcea datină stăveche 11 Himera nopţii 12 Cuvânt lăuntric 13 În aşteptarea unicornului 14 Sibila Eritreea 15 Inorogii din visele care plâng 16 Veşnicul surghiun 17 Pe rugul clipei care se destramă 18 Nobilul Poem 19 Gândurile mi-s frunze înveşmântate-n ploi... 20 Ochii îmi sunt o turmă care pasc din stele... 21 O noapte hibernală... 22 Agonie cu maci 23 Nobila chemare 24 Plecarea din cuvânt 25 De iubeşti... 26 Trezeşte-te, frumoasă doamnă, din mirare... 27 Poemul femeii 28 Arvuna nopţii 29 Vinovaţi de lumină, îngerii 30 Spitalul de sentimente 31 Întoarcerea în amintiri 32 Dincolo de Prut 33 ...

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Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

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The Butt --------- Don't forget the butt Do you feel sorry for it? Shake your head sadly at its down-trodden looks So abused, now frayed and thrown away But observe the lipstick on its collar It has felt the embrace of a woman Or some painted lips Has been ignited: set on fire with desire Has been loved – however briefly Has been longingly handled, touched: caressed Sucked on wantonly Pulled into a heaving chest It lies now, not looking the best: broken Its core crudely, publicly, exposed Its heart torn open Used and tarred, then discarded Look at that butt Feel your pity But remind yourself It has known more life and love than most in this city ...

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TABLE OF CONTENTS Car conch 5 Canal, early morning 6 Wind and demon 7 The Butt 8 Playthings 9 History 11 Wet drive 12 Silhouette street 13 Hug 14 The key 15 Steeple 16 Love sleeps 17 Rush 18 Lost scobe 20 A miracle at Michaels 21 Delusion 22 Searching for words 23 Mawes 24 This face 25 She puzzled 26 Finding his fun 27 Olive 29 Street-sweeper 30 Fire waking 31 Collectables 32 Beating my boundaries 33 Coffee quiff 34 Bite 35 The sparkling raspberry 36 In search of sin 37 Beautiful Slant 38 Burning morning 39 Wait at the Tate 40 Stifled life 41 Knee pop 42 Miserable weather 43 Mate of fate 44 Old Dublin anew 45 A ma 47 Dublin city marathon 48 ...

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Αναμνήσεις του Ιταλού θεατρικού συγγραφέα Κάρλο Γκολντόνι (1707-1793) από τη ζωή και το έργο του. This is the first part of the Memoirs of the Italian playwright Carlo Goldoni (1707-1793) translated into greek by Christos Alexandridis...

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Relatos de terror y misterio sobre el inframundo.

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Hay días en que sólo el viento sopla y la pampa es como un mar de sal que arde en llamas y por los caminitos van los sabaneros siguiendo las reses y en las casas están sus mujeres gordas de brazos oscuros que amamantan sus críos llorones, como si adivinaran, en esas llanuras, que de la soledad a la que han nacido condenados sólo hay una manera de salir. El sol alfiletea los ojos y las pieles son rojas y los labios partidos, y hay gente que dice que los cholos en esta tierra son más hijos de África que de Niyatl, porque hubo un tiempo en que los hombres fueron embarcados a la fuerza por otros de tez más clara para una guerra contra un príncipe que se sentaba en un trono de oro macizo, y los que vinieron en su lugar eran hombres de cabellos apretados y voces duras de hierro, que cantaban a la noche con un dulce quejido. Pero esa historia es vieja y ya casi no se recuerda más que en la brisa fresca de las tardes de fin de año, cuando se habla de cómo antes, con el sol moribundo del equinoccio septentrional que se vive en estas latitudes, se daba lugar a temores más básicos y los nativos corrían a los lupanares y a las iglesias porq...