IN THE MIDST OF THE HORRORS, GAZA’S CHILDREN TRY TO LIVE A HAPPY LIFE VIA CINEMA — Desertpeace
abril 15, 2018 6:11
This is a message of gratitude and appreciation for making this initiative real. Without your generous donations, we wouldn’t be able to reach many of children across the Gaza Strip, and offer them some moments of peace, dialogue, and entertainment. We are determined to continue in this track, this time with more commitment and enthusiasm. […]
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povo povaréu plebe massa cidadãos gente — uaíma
abril 15, 2018 6:10
“Todo artista tem de ir aonde o povo está / Assim sempre foi, assim será…” * *** O povo diz: Se o diabo mora nos detalhes, vamos a eles, vamos ao demo em sua postura de não deixar para depois o que pode e deve ser feito hoje ainda, porque o diabo sabe […]
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Verity — johncoyote
abril 15, 2018 6:09
Publicado originalmente em Reflections on Existence: destroyer, creator, embodied feminine nature, mortar, cornerstone the power i had disowned supplanted with a synthetic, pathetic, acquiescence to conditional sentience, bartered for a false peace. . i swept the mica scintillations beneath hardened heated pavement in exchange for frosted comfort, the constricting garment that dulls sensitivity to unifying…
FALSE FLAGS OVER SYRIA — Desertpeace
abril 15, 2018 6:09
Trump and his partners in (war) crimes UK/France decided to raise the body count in war-torn Syria, striking Damascus and guaranteeing that this long, savage imperialist conflict will remain claiming Syrian lives. Images by Carlos Latuff Report by Mazin Qumsiyeh Today was the day that International inspectors arrived to examine the unproven claim by the […]
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, “Zigzags in the Evening” — The Russian Reader
abril 15, 2018 6:08
Vladimir Mayakovsky Zigzags in the Evening The windows shattered the city’s colossal hell Into minuscule light-sucking hellets The cars cavorted like rust-colored devils Horns exploding in the ear like rockets And under the sign for herring from Kerch A run-over oldster groped for his glasses And wept when amid the evening’s lurch A tram threw […]
via Vladimir Mayakovsky, “Zigzags in the Evening” — The Russian Reader
