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Streetart – Odeith @ Portugal

Title: Tires and wasps Location: Portugal Artist: Odeith (Portugal) Year: 2024 Photo credits: Odeith USEFUL LINKS: Odeith in this blog | Website | …

Streetart – Odeith @ Portugal

India’s plan for untouched Nicobar isles will be ‘death sentence’ for isolated tribe | Global development | The Guardian

The Shompen people of Great Nicobar Island will die if they come into contact with outsiders under the ‘Hong Kong of India’ project, say experts. Photograph: Anthropological Survey of India

Source: India’s plan for untouched Nicobar isles will be ‘death sentence’ for isolated tribe | Global development | The Guardian

El verdadero costo de sus joyas: los cárteles lavan el dinero de las drogas vendiendo ORO DE SANGRE a Cartier y otros en la industria del lujo, así como también a tiendas de descuento en oro, ¡y los Yanomami y otros comunidades Indígenas están pagando el precio! | Barbara Crane Navarro

Source: El verdadero costo de sus joyas: los cárteles lavan el dinero de las drogas vendiendo ORO DE SANGRE a Cartier y otros en la industria del lujo, así como también a tiendas de descuento en oro, ¡y los Yanomami y otros comunidades Indígenas están pagando el precio! | Barbara Crane Navarro

I BEEN UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AFTER NODDING OFF [417:6] – Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

it was a bad dream
a poem I wrote
woke me

the poem was frightfully silent
my breath was dry in my throat
it was a drunken night and I was thirsty

the poem
it ordered an inkpot
and a sheet of paper

I ordered
one bottle of beer, one cigarette
and one lighter

the night offered me free shipment
a man
frozen in a single memory
broken and disappearing

and death is singing
echoing side by side with the unfinished loving of a woman
the gone and welcomed pain

the poem
will never retell such a sad story
facing death

it has nothing left
but the yearning for the scent of falling rose petals
across the seas


Lê Vĩnh Tài, the poet and translator born in 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a resident of the Western Highlands and a businessman in Buon Ma Thuot.

Source: I BEEN UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AFTER NODDING OFF [417:6] – Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

wrapped in a sheet of plastic – Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

a kiss is just a kiss
until the moment you find someone to love

a dream is just a dream
until the moment it is realised

coming home means coming home
to someone you love…

.

and it’s not long before you’re
home, where people are busy with
an all around the world
poetry convention

– not a sight of any writer coming
home, just expert consumers

home, stumbling contrive waves
in pain and silence

home, to wipe away the sleep in your eyes
bury the tears of your past

home, to where there was true love
to the moment we’re adrift at
sea
in a silent death

home, to join each other in songs
like sunlight and green leaves

home, to listen like
our mother’s breathing
dreaming of dream
now drowned
at the bottom of the sea…

your homecoming could be drawn in
watercolors

or one’s tongue
dip in blood

you could draw the waves
the waves running away

draw the painful screams

draw the deception and lies
draw a nation of your homecoming
like a fisherman on their boat, dead
wrapped in a sheet of plastic
—-
December 2023

Source: wrapped in a sheet of plastic – Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm