Good Morning.

It is with great satisfaction that today we share how one of the copies of the Nature Anthology 2015/21 (Vol 0) was received.

It was with some surprise that we found that it had been received, as can be seen in the following photo.

Astonishment and joy (ironic) because if the envelope of the book was torn and then the book read, then it means that literature (of interest) still moves readers and the curiosity of others. According to who received the book, someone may have "played football" with him... as it seems.

However, if so, do we have a Cristiano Ronaldo of Literature?

Happy New Year 2022, with Health.

Enjoy.

Dear Friends,

Today we share a poem translated into Romanian, at the Review Monitorul de poezie (Romania; A n u l 3 , n u m ă r u l 3 7 , n o i e m b r i e 2 0 2 1).

Tăcere, Carlton Holte (SUA)

Poate când ești pe apă,
înconjurat de bărci cu motor și jet-ski-uri,
nu are rost să te gândeşti la calm,
la o după-amiază liniștită, să fii treaz fără nelinişti.
Pe micul nostru iaz, totuşi,
tăcerea este ceva obişnuit,
deși noul nostru caiac –
turnat dintr-un plastic dur verde-lime –
se ciocnește cu fiecare vestă de salvare,
înfruntă albastrul lacului
de fiecare dată când îl lansez.
Iau cu mine un creion și o bucată de hârtie,
vâslesc încet în afara golfului,
apoi ascult cu atenție, în timp ce plutesc în derivă,
tăcerea ca o creangă căzută sau ca o broască țestoasă curioasă,
până încep să aud dictarea
și sunt binecuvântat cu misiunea

unui secretar care înregistrează
înțelepciunea fără vârstă
purtată de briză peste ape.

Traducere de Ionuţ Calotă

The original here, is in the Anthology Nature 2015/21.

Stillness

Perhaps when you are on water
assaulted by speedboats and jet-skis,
there is little point in hoping for tranquility,
for a quiet afternoon, awake with no wakes.
On our little pond, however,
stillness is the norm,
though our new kayak–
loud lime-green molded plastic–
clashes with every life jacket,
affronts the blue of the lake
each time I launch it.
I bring a pencil and a scrap of paper,
paddle slowly out of the cove,
then listen carefully while I drift
silent as a fallen branch or curious turtle
until the dictation begins
and I am blessed with the job
of recording secretary
for the ageless wisdom
wafted across the water by the breeze.

The first Anthologies were sent. They will arrive in about 20 working days if sent to out of the EU and about 7 working days in the EU.

Enjoy.

We start sending the Anthology today.

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Dear Friends.

We are waiting for the arrival of the printed Anthologies and we hope this happens tomorow but Christmas and Covid-19 might delay the very expected moment.

While we wait here a poem by Liselle P.

They are Coming

Hear their hooves of the horses on the dirt path road coming to chase us.

What did we do wrong? The cries of children echo.

Mothers, Fathers RUN!!! RUN!!! RUN!!!

Don’t let them get us, we belong here just like everyone else.

Lives were built here. Children were born here.

This is all we know, we had to flee the hardship,

The pain and suffering. We ran, we left home,

and never looked back.

Took the chance didn’t have any status,

because we wanted to taste America. This is the

land of dreams and opportunities.

Just like milk and honey.

Are you mad at us because we want to live better?

How dare you judge us? Go back in your memory and think

for a second, when you wanted to breath fresh air,

and live a decent life.

Go back in your memory and think when you got turned down.

Just go back, and let the tears flow because you remembered.

But look what is happening now. You rush down here

to bully us and abuse us to get out?

FATHER!!! HELP US!!!! hear our cries, only god can see the evil of men.

They drag us up like filth and speak to us like we are dumb

They sending us back to torture. Back to hard life and poverty.

Don’t want to go, don’t want to go.

Can someone hear our plight? OH GOD NOOOO!!!

Save us please. The enemy is coming. IS COMING!!!!!!

Enjoy.

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Good morning.

It is with great pleasure that we anounce that the Nature Anthology is available in paper, for the first time. Certainly, made with recycled paper! It contains poetry and short stories from the Literary Contests and environmentally friendly suggestions. Want one? The contact is at the top of this website.

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Dear Authors and Friends,

Today is the day of COP 26.

You can find more information here:

UN News | Global perspective, human stories

https://news.un.org/en/

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“Place in the sun” by Claudia S. (Brazil)

Save! O whole land,
beautiful story will be born,
rich, true soul.
Tender mixture of cores,
triumphs in the universe,
rainbow of each being
strive for success.

Several relationships emerge
men and molded works,
nature and expressions.
Today the lyrics recreate,
homage gets off the ground,
reveal not to be its value,
in the metrics of this Cordel.

It's December, the star was born!
Yes, poetic magic,
light that Brooklyn has known.
Film Phenomenon,
likes baseball and jazz,
revealing your work,
feel human in what you do.

It has its cultural despair,
the writer, screenwriter,
in music it was great.
Success and controversies,
crops in the trajectory
the filmmaker with a look,
in the human it makes history.

Mention is honorable,
declaims, soil of love,
behold, Woody Allen, is contagious.
The man is a great author,
in America it flourished.
Multiple facets of you,
the whole world has known.

Talent is precious,
sowing boldness
exquisite curriculum.

Agile in the saber fire,
lasts anguish, makes humor,
the sense of being burns,
without cinema, its splendor.

You are Woody Allen, yes sir,
victorious creator,
fear, melody, love.
In the nature of art,
portraying your face.
Being a persona of fiction,
action, laughter, the bond.

Fertile soil, awards,
“Cinema treasure”,
four Oscars, emotions.
Brings New York to light,
your real urban dream,
at festivals he let his voice go,
Hollywood, you're special.

"By the way of nothing",
autobiography, yes,
list, registered life.
Woody, shining star,
he exposed life, his fruit.
Art woven into the chest,
humanities, specifications.

Isolation times,
a cultural manifestation
attraction and feeling.
Come from the mind to emerge,
the new way of living
without awakening values,
being people prevail.

Long live the show!
Inspirations are in the air,
you soften, bring the beautiful.
Allen is really great,
big screen, Moonlight Magic,
and everything can work,
some of your movies to remember.

Allen, Allen, you're natural,
father, husband and family,
in conflicts, it is unique.
In the tall narratives,
language is heart,
of the wise man, touch his
place in the sun in creation.

Enjoy

Clouds

shared long whites
Particles as beautiful as cold
Of neutral feelings cut out
Such as cellos and melodies
Sometimes the strong wind blows them away…
And stretch them, stretch them, stretch them, stretch them… stretch them… prolong them… disperse them……
Until the breath is the horizon
And without a port there, they stay, on another bank...
Who dresses in dreams.

There are people for whom life is a zero game,
Every sunrise, a sunset,
At each birth, one death,
Every hello, goodbye,
With each confession, a misunderstanding,
With every spell, a disenchantment.

But with every hand that is touched, new life.
With each disenchantment, a new corner
Every corner, renewed charm
With each suffering, a teaching
With each circuit broken, a friendly port
With every lie, a defense in crystalline drop
In each silence, a melody

And with every pain, love
For each blank sheet, poem
For each star, heat
With every spell, a pityless departure

Clouds are neutral, don't feel,
And so, they are happier than sad,
Because being neutral is being in the middle.

Enjoy.

Enjoy.