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"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou


Sonnet by Shakespeare


Dear friends.

Today we post a Sonnet by Shakespeare:


How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make grief's strength
seem stronger.


Was Shakespeare going on holidays when he mentions the 'benefit of rest'? 

This is clearly a Sonnet that make us feel more like going on holidays, in order to obtain new strenght to continue writing and dreaming. Resting as part of the creative process :-) I think that all of us believe this is a good idea. No sorrows and no night, only light.



See you soon.


A first Photo "Lisbon Book Festival 2019"



We also invite you to visit the webpage of the autor Mr. Ben:


Mr Ben, as he is fondly called, is a writer,
essayist, voice-over artiste and speaker. His works are available at Mr Ben's works are aimed at face-lifting
humanity's predicament in the light of positivity. Based in Lagos,
Nigeria, the multi-faceted writer loves to read, travel and meet




8th May 2019: Mr Ben, Claire O. and Lisbon Book Faire 2019


Sometimes it is possible to find messages and suggested life “paths” and adventures in poetry and short stories without, however, minimizing poetics. This is the case with the work of Mr. Ben (Chimezie) an author from Nigeria, whose work has just been published in e-book and paperback formats. His work is the one of a person who searches peace and harmony through literature. We invite you to find his writings here:


“Santa In Two Worlds”


“Twists of Life”


“The Broken Mirror”


Today, we also invite you to find a beautiful poem by Claire O’Connell (Ireland) winner of the International Contest Nature 2018-2019. In this poem you will find the unique association between ice and music, in a mysterious walk among castles of awaken dreams. Forget the present day, enter this “feeling”.


Iced Stone



There is a voice inched on ice stoned walls,

Hurled in an echo of phantom deep lunges,

Faded fast on a midnight run,

I was the girl without a song,

Longing for my hymn to break me free,

I yearned for you beyond the ocean sea.


The tears of rivers by lakes iced stone,

Voices haunt the nightmares which left me all alone.


I think of you in dreams gone wrong,

I only hear you call there,

For I awake and you have disappeared.


hat is an iced stone wall without a castle,

It simply melts in the heat,

All the melted water sings,

It sings the waves to sleep,

But not me I stay awake,

I walk these waters all alone,

The storm before me has passed,

But it robbed with it your soul.


Finally, we inform you that the Lisbon Book Faire 2019 is almost starting: already 29th May, until 16th June.



Please send us your poetry or short stories to publish here as soon as possible.

Thank you for your visit and come back soon.


In memory of the victims of the Idai siclone


A poem by Stelio F. (Mozambique), second place in the Poetry category of the Nature Literary Contest 2018-2019:


Paint me
Paint with forgetfulness
like the wall of time
with smoke flashing souvenirs
in all private emotions
Paint me with a brush
Paint me
grab me
No brush
With coal
  ripping me off the ground
slowly paint without haste
with dry ink
that prides itself
on this screen that is life
without coming
in the roots of my being
from my intimate pleasure
Rui M.'s translation into Portuguese:
Pinta com esquecimento
tal como a parede do tempo
com lembranças psicadélicas de fumo
com todas as emoções privadas
Pinta-me com uma escova
Sem pincel
Com carvão
   arranca-me do chão
pinta-me lentamente sem pressa
com tinta em pó
que se orgulha
neste ecrã que é a vida
sem vir
nas raízes do meu ser
do meu prazer íntimo



Thank you for your visit.

Winner - Poem - Invitation Literary Contest "Nature 2018-2019"


Dear Friends and Authors,


We are very happy to share with you this beautiful poem, by Clair O. (Cork – Ireland), the winner of the “International Literary Contest Nature 2018-2019”.


The Lady of Coram


Who is she wish of hand?

Fainted lady of Coram,

Calling to the frozen abyss,

Hush to the dead-

-Fast asleep.


Floating frozen ocean shore,

Lost of sight and broken sea floors,

Simple words that string the line,

Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.


She taunts them to escape frozen shores,

Under her rule of taunting pain,

Giving false hope to the frozen souls,

The lady of Coram owns the game.




What is her aim but to win?

She surely carries out her task,

Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh,

To silence the lost is her forte,

All the souls trapped in ocean ice,

Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black,

The being of many names traps them,

Still to me she is the lady of Coram,

Calling to the dark I hear their roars,

It’s all I ever really hear,

Frozen soul, Ocean Sea,

I wait for the sun to set the shore alight,

Still all that is before me is the Ocean Coram,

I walk away all alone,

I ignore the lost and frozen,

Does that make me worse?

Still under all the façade-

Am I just like her - the lady of the dark.


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At the moment, with a small donation to use in the plantation of trees and other plants, we can send you some original art work. Here is the contact, to get more informed:

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"God the Rock" A poem by Janine C. (USA-CA)



God the Rock


God must love everything

She created. 
I saw her hard as a rock,
a cosmic rock,

black, imploded, 

condensed to nothing —

all her radiance withdrawn —
inscrutable Consciousness

reveling in a bottomless hole

where mighty light-swallowing Energy

was humming, sucking everything

into the dead-center

of her boundlessly fecundating heart.

How She must love everything

She became, has become and is becoming

as She showers and terminates her earth-shaking displays

to the ends of the blazing universe, eternally

and blissfully becoming and unbecoming—

forever God.


  A Photo of Snow at Sonoma (CA)


See you soon.