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"THE LEGEND OF FATUMEH" Gunnar Ekelöf by MARY SANZ AIXA

... I've seen, you've seen just now in the mirror of a man

'The Legend of Fatumeh' (Nordic Books) is one of the most beautiful books ever published. It is the perfect book to whisper in her ear to the man in your life, the perfect book to give away as a token of love and loyalty, as 'The Legend of Fatumeh' , is that, it means that, in a sense would want to draw this: the inevitable invisible thread that connects two hearts with the power of love and loyalty will matter who likes it, even beyond eternity.

After a trip to Turkey, Sweden Gunnar Ekelöf to spice up this thread to draw construct a necklace of twenty-nine poems, each poem is a love that station. A long-distance love.

... your name has the sound of a whisper and your figure has features of foreboding

Although the rough wall want to hide your presence on the dark exile my fingers can keep the crack in the wall that draws your sweet profile ...

'The Legend of Fatumeh' is a composition of poems of absolute surrender and complicity, accompanied by beautiful illustrations of Natalio Bayo, almost magical, almost unreal, truly beautiful, as is the beautiful face lover, as is that kind of love.

Dear reader, reader, if you currently are loving someone with all your soul, as evidence of that love, did not hesitate a moment give him 'The Legend of Fatumeh' in this supreme edition in which Nordic Books has outdone itself .

Love is loyalty, love is generosity. Love is learning every day from the hand of another. 'The Legend of Fatumeh' is all that and also 'Legend of Fatumeh ' comes from the Mediterranean where it is known that the passions are palpable and taste colors. 'The Legend of Fatumeh' should have it undoubtedly our other half. It is she who actually belong.

will I whisper your name ...

© MARIA SANZ AIXA

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Like a siren,

Under your waters,

My body swayed,

With your soft and gentle swaying.

My body was carried away,

From the inside out,

My skin cover your salt,

That my wounds, heal

ago.

When I immerse myself in you,

my pain is mitigated,

Your iodized water,

Calm down my heart.

I be a mermaid,

want to live under your waters,

I never want to land,

I can not find my place there.

When I die,

My ashes in your waters,

have to leave,

To be in the one place on this planet,

Where I enjoyed my freedom, Where

drowning my sorrows,

And my mind turned to renew.

My moments of rest,

have been in the sea,

And the day I die,

In your waters I can get one,

Because I deserve rest,

in the only place where I found peace, and that

is undoubtedly under the RAF.

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"The Overcoat" by Nikolai Gogol by MARÍA SANZ AIXA

... Since then, their existence seemed to become more full, as if she had married and enjoys the closeness of another person, as if not only, but backed by a friendly fellow who had decided to walk beside the road of life.

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Gogol read the more you realize how much I love this writer. Some enjoy their proofreading and others to discover, one of which is currently responsible for this to occur is often Northern Books, with a boldness that total has put us on a platter.

Books Nordic picture books with us has opened the appetite for Russian literature, including that of Nikolai Gogol as "how to resist these wonderful texts always accompanied by splendid illustrations? E s a delight for any reader and does not go for readers connoisseurs.

New Nordic has illustrated the exquisite, elegant, even exciting illustrations Villamuza Naomi. Illustrator unparalleled. No doubt.

In 'The Overcoat' accompanies harmoniously with its delightful illustrations, the text of Gogol , Who played in his day at Akaki figure that popular saying that the dog skinny all are fleas.

Akaki A gray a St. Petersburg official, changes his life for a few hours a cloak of the best cloth like a mirage, and the consequences of the population suffer peterburguesa its coldest nights.

But you better read it, then tell the story, is like committing a reproblable fact and no one would be to snatch their piece of pleasure and read 'The Overcoat' is guarantee.

" Between eight and nine in the morning when the streets are filled with officials who are leading their departments, the cold raging with such violence and attacks the noses of all passers ... "

© MARIA SANZ AIXA

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"Out of Africa" \u200b\u200bby Isak Dinesen by MARÍA SANZ AIXA

... When you're sitting in front your pilot with nothing but space in front of you, you seem to take you straight into the palms of their hands, (...)

When Denys and I had no time for long trips we went to take a short flight over the Ngong Hills, usually at dusk .

Alfaguara reissued 'Out of Africa' of Isak Dinesen : the love story of two real, passionate, hardcore, real, live Single and Evergreen Karen Blixen: Africa and Denys Finch-Hatton.

'Out of Africa' is a wonderful travel book in which Karen Blixen captured the love of both. 'Out of Africa' is the book with one of the most popular and familiar early literature:

" I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the hills Ngong. Those crossing the Ecuador highlands to a hundred miles north, and the farm was settled at a height of about six thousand feet. During the day you felt at high altitude, close to the sun, early morning and evenings were limpid and restful, and cold nights. "

Karen Blixen, the best storyteller of all Europe, 'Out of Africa' prepared to tell with words chosen gently and tactfully , knowing that their choice depended on the taste and texture of the story was going to tell: the story of those two loves. Amores capitalized.

" We had many visitors on the farm. Pioneers in the hospitality countries is a necessity of life not only for passengers but for the settlers. A visitor is a friend (...) When Denys Finch-Hatton became one of his long expeditions was eager to talk to me and I was also anxious as well, so we sat around the dinner table until the wee hours of the morning speaking (...) "

Karen Blixen start writing because of the rain the stories that until then had told their African friends in the evenings. Start typing driven by Denys Finch-Hatton and because of the rain, in Africa, the continent he loves and lives for fourteen beautiful, hard years where it rains from March to June. A year when the rains do not come, she uses her hours to fill page after page, to clear her head from boredom, the problems and fill the spaces of time with words that have some meaning:

" But when the land was as a sounding board, with a rich and deep sound, and the world around you singing in all dimensions, above and below, it was the rain. It was like going back to sea when you've been long away from him as a lover's embrace. But one year the rains did not come. Then it was as if the universe will give back. (...) the evening began writing fairy tales and fantasy stories that took me away to other countries and times. (...) When I got up and left, unbearable wind blew outside, the sky was clear and hard crimp million stars, everything was dry. "

Few spellings collect as many shades as you do Karen Blixen. When he returns from Africa to Denmark forcibly convert your day to day in the daily life of a writer whose memory and life are steeped in the doors of Nairobi, near Mombassa, on African soil.

" Although I know a song of Africa, he thought, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces coffee pickers, "Africa will know a song about me? "Vibrate the air in the plain with a color that I have taken, or the children invent a game which is my name, the full moon casts a shadow over the gravel road that is like me, or I look for the eagles Ngong? "

Karen Blixen writes a little every day, without hope and without despair. The Karen Blixen we know as a writer by his pen name Isak Dinesen had not existed but have lived and suffered in Africa. The universe does not see a different result. Isak Dinesen is the sum of Karen Blixen over the African continent. " The world would not exist without the streets of Nairobi " , writes 'Out of Africa'. Africa had given her freedom and that freedom emerges on every page of this book. Freedom and life once again mixed with the literature. This is 'Out of Africa'. All this and much more. Infinite nuances, histories, inhabit this wonderful book that good readers never tire reread. Amores capitalized. Literature capitalized. Literature in a state of grace.

© MARIA SANZ AIXA

*** If anyone is wondering why the nickname is simply because the Baroness Blixen tired of sending manuscripts in Denmark with his real name and that nobody would answer, until he used the name Isak Dinesen male with which they opened the gates of heaven literature.

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"love" by Javier Marias by MARIA SANZ AIXA

... And nothing happens at all, there are the dreams, the dead appear alive live in them and sometimes we die.

'crushes' (Alfaguara), is the new novel by Javier Marias . Excellent on your line. Where for a particular situation now developed a whole network relatare where death, life, guilt, fear go hand in hand and where the only redeeming aspect is love or infatuation. Feel unique in the eyes of another is the only thing that can save us from death, life, guilt and fear. Perhaps therefore, only to feel for another, one is capable of anything.

Javier Marías The situation has to develop the novel, is as follows: (and now DVD please do the exercise to get in place of the protagonist, because depending on the attitude you decide to take the novel takes place or not .)

reader imagine that you go every day of the week, week after week, month after month, season after season, year after year, to breakfast at a cafe. You sit alone at a table and eat breakfast at another table away from you, every day the same breakfast as well as a man and a woman, a couple. You and they or they and you never speak or shake hands or even with a nod or a knowing look or polite, but when you have tried to go greet the couple has been together as if they would know this or not they saw. That is, the relationship is zero. There comes a time so life is tragicomic, the man who was the couple died in an unfortunate event and the woman from then on breakfast alone in the same place. Breakfast without him. The question is whether you the reader is cognizant of those things that life has the misfortune of the couple: rise from your desk and go to offer his condolences to the widow but have never spoken or even taking many mornings greeted common to his credit?

By now you probably know or suspect that you would do.

Javier Marias decided that the protagonist of the novel up and went to offer condolences and since then the novel would begin to elapse with the certainty in the pages of anything goes love as infatuation or love is the highlight of between anonymity and smack of turbulence it means to live, and it is true, therein lies some truth, but in that anything goes for love or a crush that it is optional.

why you, the reader, knowing himself as we know know whether or not into the depths of this novel, as 'crushes' is a journey of extremes such as the human race capable of the best and worst.

© MARIA SANZ AIXA

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Like a siren,

beneath your waters,

my body swayed,

with your soft and gentle swaying.

My body was carried away,

d and inside out,

my skin covered in your salt,

that my wounds,

does heal.

When I immerse myself in you,

my pain is alleviated,

your water iodized

calms my heart.

I want to be a mermaid,

want to live beneath your waters,

not want to return to earth,

and can not find my place there.

When I die,

my ashes in your waters,

have

left,

to be the only place on this planet,

where I enjoyed my freedom,

where drowning my sorrows,

and my mind became to renew.

My moments of rest,

have been in the sea,

and the day I die,

your water no one can get,

and I deserve a rest under the sea.