We wish you a Happy 2025 with health, peace and books!

Enjoy.

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.

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.

A dream in a book,

Is captured and free,

At the same time.

Enjoy.