BY VIVIAN COLOMBO Fine sand, Warm sand, Dry sand. I’m here speaking to you, I’m here gazing at you While you extended in your length and width. I’m here And my heart is carried away by your smell, By the words you evoke in my soul. This place is called desert…
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BY SAMUEL COLOMBO In June 2014, the group formally declared the establishment of a “caliphate” – a state governed in accordance with islamic law, or Sharia, by God’s deputy on Earth, or caliph. It has demanded that Muslims across the world swear allegiance to its leader – Ibrahim Awad Ibrahim al-Badri al-Samarrai, better known as…
Real Friends are Those who are able to show you light even in a dark night. Those who don’t run away when problems and troubles are around you but they stay and fight with you during the storm. Those who are able to look into your eyes and never condemn you but only with the aim…
BY VIVIAN COLOMBO I walked the streets of the city when suddenly my gaze is resting on a joung mother who was holding in her arms her little baby born a few days. A small infant with arms and legs that looked like the little bones of a skeleton. My eyes rested on this baby…
Breath Let yourself be illuded by waves Now hight, now low But don’t let yourself be swallowed Listen to the rustle of the wind, To the call of animals And go into the creation of the Father. Breathe Get out of the world Open your lungs to Christ’s life. Breathe Look at the nature and…
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