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Isla de la Soto
Rio Albes
Santa Marta de Tormes
Salamanca
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That fall from ecstatic union,
An eon on a far horizon.
Until now, when only echoes remain,
Which will also vanish again
On this skyline that draws the pain
As though a veiling curtain.
What was the air that stole
On that river isle day sojourn,
Like voices whirled round a maypole
From my heart the living poem
& mocked my madness in my passing.
That eon on a far horizon,
Where every one was one.
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| Reviewed by Leopoldo Barge Álvarez |
1/1/2010 |
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| Hi, Robin. Although it has been a long time since we last got in touch, I have had both Amparo and you in mind. I have got many of your works and keep them in a special portfolio with your name printed on it. I would like to tell Amparo and you that you can read 3 funny short stories and two poems typing my complete name at this web (authorsden.com). Please, if you do, let me have your comments, suggestions or corrections. Best regards. Leopoldo. |
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| Reviewed by Rafika Anderson |
12/10/2007 |
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| Lovely evocative and vivid lines... |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
10/13/2007 |
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| inspired and well versed ... |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
10/13/2007 |
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By way of the universe, mankind is all one, nicely done....
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
10/13/2007 |
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I have enjoyed the reading of "The Isle of Soto".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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