Poseidon Domain: Atlantis
6 de Agosto de 2017, 13:47
Atlantis – Poseidon
Atlantis was the domain of Poseidon, God of the sea. When Poseidon fell in love with a mortal woman; Cleito, he created a dwelling at the top of a hill near the middle of the island and surrounded the dwelling with rings of water and land to protect her.
Cleito gave birth to five sets of twin boys who became the first rulers of Atlantis. The island was divided among the brothers with the eldest; Atlas being the first King of Atlantis, being given control over the central hill and surrounding areas.
At the top of the central hill, a temple was built to honour Poseidon which housed a giant gold statue of him riding a chariot pulled by winged horses. It was here that the rulers of Atlantis would come to discuss laws, pass judgements and pay tribute to Poseidon…
To facilitate travel and trade, a…
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Sacred Drops
6 de Agosto de 2017, 13:46
SACRED DROPS
by Atul Ranchod
Oh how beloved
The precious drops
Upon a parched heart
Quench
The thirst
Only sacred jewels
Can placate
For the heart
Is only a whisper
But its shout
Echoes through the heavens
The offering
Of my heart
Igniting
Waters
Calming
What a dance
Taken by the hand
Of beauty unending.
Dear Scorpian
6 de Agosto de 2017, 13:45
Rush is known to hold their thoughts,
But you and I can slow down the fall,
And simply assembles the symbols in grace,
The empty smiles would come down with flaws,
Scattered naked under the Eagle’s thought.
We have the poison that can hold their nerves,
One reason for the shallow hold of their verse.
But the blue ocean, that we adore,
Can hold the poison till we are threatened with a sword,
Till the ocean would flood into the streams of our words.
We can stay and listen to the music of the shore,
In the serene eyes of the spirit, we adore,
Come around and we shall sing for long,
Keeping the secrets under the rhythm of the song.
O prazer pela inquietação | Entrevista para o Pop&Arte
6 de Agosto de 2017, 13:45
Criação literária, memórias, rupturas, o prazer pela inquietação, mercado, realização.
Minha perseguição como escritor é reacender as indagações que são inadiáveis de cada ser humano. Muito mais do que trazer respostas. Seria uma tarefa muito árdua a gente buscar respostas ou prometer respostas através da literatura, quando na verdade ela é a reafirmação dessas perguntas que nos estruturam.
Se eu tô vivo e tô realizado, ou eu vou morrer daqui a pouco, quando sair do estúdio, ou então tem alguma coisa melhor pra eu descobrir, né? Então a busca é eterna.
Entrevista com o escritor Dênisson Padilha Filho em que ele fala sobre seu novo livro Eram olhos enfeitados de Sol (Penalux, 2017, novela), recentemente lançado.
Why Satpura National Park is the Most Unique in India.
6 de Agosto de 2017, 13:44
The forest is so silent that I can only hear the rustle of the sal leaves under our feet. The white, barren ghost tree holds my gaze awhile. The sun’s golden rays shine through the tree’s branches, as the forest sleepily awakens. Our naturalist and guide are deep in discussion about the previous day’s unexpected bear sighting. They suddenly stop in mid-conversation, for the distinct sound of a sambar deer’s alarm call has broken the unusual silence of the forest. A predator – most likely a tiger, bear or leopard – is in the vicinity. As we head in the direction of the deer’s call, langurs chime from the trees above, their cough-like alarm call giving me goosebumps.
Perhaps you have been on a safari in an Indian national park, and felt the hair-raising excitement of being on a predator chase? I felt it too, except mine was laced with…
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