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Poems: "L'Ultima Estate" (Italian Edition)

2026-02-10T06:08:00.000-08:00

LiteraryJoint Press, Published in 2025. Available on Amazon Kindle and as Paperback.

Specchiata nelle acque limpide della poesia, "L'ultima estate" sonda le profondità inesplorate dell'animo, alla ricerca dell'inestimabile misura di un'esistenza. Narra l'incontro con la morte di una persona amata, l'esperienza della malattia di lei, la riscoperta di sé negli irti sentieri del dolore, l'identificazione con la natura ciclica del creato, il ritmo delle stagioni, il percorso immutabile degli astri nel firmamento che ci riconduce a Dio.

Dodici poesie senza tempo, un arpeggio che tocca le corde più intime dell'essere umano d'ogni epoca. Fra esse, solo una, "Aprile", richiama all'attualità, nell'amara denuncia contro la dittatura sanitaria e contro la disumana e dissennata pratica della chemioterapia e delle supposte cure della moderna oncologia, quali strumenti di morte, tortura anticristiana e annichilimento dell'individuo, del paziente, dell'uomo, del suo corpo e della sua anima.

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Prayer to Saint Michael the Archangel

2025-09-30T12:30:00.000-07:00

The Original St. Michael Prayer

O Glorious Archangel St. Michael, Prince of the heavenly host, be our defense in the terrible warfare which we carry on against principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, and spirits of evil.

Come to the aid of man, whom God created immortal, made in His own image and likeness, and redeemed at a great price from the tyranny of the devil. Fight this day the battle of the Lord, together with the holy angels, as already thou hast fought the leader of the proud angels, Lucifer, and his apostate host, who were powerless to resist Thee, nor was there place for them any longer in heaven. That cruel, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil or Satan, who seduces the whole world, was cast into the abyss with his angels.

Behold, this primeval enemy and slayer of men has taken courage. Transformed into an angel of light, he wanders about with all the multitude of wicked spirits, invading the earth in order to blot out the name of God and of His Christ, to seize upon, slay and cast into eternal perdition souls destined for the crown of eternal glory. This wicked dragon pours out, as a most impure flood, the venom of his malice on men; his depraved mind, corrupt heart, his spirit of lying, impiety, blasphemy, his pestilential breath of impurity and of every vice and iniquity. These most crafty enemies have filled and inebriated with gall and bitterness the Church, the Spouse of the Immaculate Lamb, and have laid impious hands on her most sacred possessions. In the Holy Place itself, where has been set up the See of the most holy Peter and the Chair of Truth for the light of the world, they have raised the throne of their abominable impiety, with the iniquitous design that when the Pastor has been struck, the sheep may be scattered.

Arise then, O invincible Prince, bring help against the attacks of the lost spirits to the people of God, and give them the victory. They venerate Thee as their protector and patron; in Thee Holy Church glories as her defense against the malicious power of hell; to Thee has God entrusted the souls of men to be established in heavenly beatitude. Oh, pray to the God of peace that He may put Satan under our feet, so far conquered that he may no longer be able to hold men in captivity and harm the Church. Offer our prayers in the sight of the Most High, so that they may quickly conciliate the mercies of the Lord; and beating down the dragon, the ancient serpent who is the devil and Satan, do Thou again make him captive in the abyss, that he may no longer seduce the nations. Amen.

Behold the Cross of the Lord; be scattered, hostile powers.

The Lion of the tribe of Judah has conquered, the root of David.

Let Thy mercies be upon us, O Lord

As we have hoped in Thee.

O Lord, hear my prayer.

And let my cry come unto Thee

Let us pray:

God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, we call upon Thy holy name, and we humbly implore Thy clemency, that by the intercession of Mary, ever Virgin Immaculate and our Mother, and of the glorious Archangel St. Michael, Thou wouldst deign to help us against Satan and all other unclean spirits, who wander about the world for the injury of the human race and the ruin of souls.

Amen.

Dystopian EU is evil. Fight for Europe! This is our last battle!

2025-07-16T05:53:00.000-07:00

The European Union is the ultimate stronghold of global Communism.

Remembrance: Dresden, 13 - 14 February 1945. Wir Vergessen Nicht! Dresden, 13. + 14. Februar 1945

2025-02-08T08:05:00.000-08:00

We Wish All Our Readers a Wonderful White Christmas

2024-12-21T08:02:00.000-08:00

We are expecting snow here on the Mountains on Christmas Eve. Merry White Christmas, Folks!

Spirit of Rhaetia, The Call of the Mountains - Novel (2020) - The Rhaetian Alps and its Warriors

2024-12-14T07:43:00.000-08:00

Available on Amazon as Kindle e-book and Printed edition.

Intertwined with the tantalizing, never-ending quest for a man's own roots and sense of self, the novel narrates the mysterious, epic story of the ancient people of the Alps, the untold history of mythical Rhaetia: a land largely identified with the Rhaetian Alps, a country that in 600 B.C. comprised what is today’s central and south-west Switzerland, Grisons and Ticino, Liechtenstein, the entire Tyrol and Vorarlberg in Austria, Valtellina in the north of Lombardy, and the Adige valley in Italy. At the time of the Roman conquest it extended to parts of Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg states in Germany, south of the river Danube, including the territories of the Vindelici people, who occupied the northern part of Rhaetia and whose chief town was Augusta Vindelicorum (Augsburg).
Arguably, it is the human lamp itself, the fire of sheer existence, the barrier to our reconnection with the powerful forces of nature, and the beyond world, that of ancestry. What is it today the Spirit of Rhaetia? Does it still exist? Or was it just a dream in the darkness of the night that turned into fire, exhausted itself, and faded into oblivion?
Our times are doomed, as we are presently confronted with the most powerful forces that blind our eyes, drain our strength, turn us into mere cannon fodder at the mercy of the demons of modernity. Like never before, a man's soul screams for freedom, his very flesh and bones ache for truth; his scorching thirst for meaning is unutterable and unbearable; he seeks for the burning sun, the cool moon, the glimmering skies, the very earth that never changed; he turns to the land of the ancestors for salvation, thus he turns to the everlasting and everstanding mountains.
Now, one man will ascend them one last time, to rejoin his ancestors and meet the Almighty God.

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Biblical Cosmology, Full Series - The Bible vs modern fake pseudo-science

2024-07-07T04:59:00.000-07:00

Biblical Cosmology. God's work of creation: the universe, the earth, the sun, the moon, the planets, life on earth, and man.The Truth of the Bible vs modern fake pseudo-science, explained in this marvelous series.

"July and the Night" - A Poem from "Jersey Blues: Selected Poems"

2023-12-05T00:51:00.000-08:00

July and the Night

I breathe Turgenev -

"... In the pure dry air there is a scent
of wormwood, rye in blossom, and buckwheat;

even an hour before nightfall there is no moisture
in the air. It is for such weather that the farmer

longs, for harvesting his wheat..."

The end of a glorious July day.

In the secretive orchard of my ancestors,
Crouched at the foot of a scrawny, old pear tree,
I recollected all my past, long gone Summers,

And wondered how long the tree had been standing;
It had always yielded small, pale-green pears:
Sour when firm in the prime time of Summer,
Then sweet and juicy, when full and ripe.
Grandfather must had planted it, before my days;
No special care or attention was required from us,
For the trunk was joined to the land,
His tree drew moisture from the rainfall,
And was married to the sun.
When I was little I used to climb
Upon the lower, slender branches,
For I wouldn't venture any higher.
—My being brimmed over with tenderness...—
The crickets chirped their laborious love songs,

And bats flitted around the tree tops, against the blue.

Hovering in the fresh breeze, I smelled the odorous youth,
That once ran through my weary limbs.
Across the magnificent hour-glass of the terse sky,
The night shadows advanced rapidly on the blackening earth.
I chilled: the pitch-dark night was a hypothesis,
The dream-like sentry to my besieged, solitary fortress.
As the night fell upon me, I closed my eyes
And felt merriment all around.
I thought to myself that, although we took no heed,
While the tree lived, I too lived, and saw a bit of the world.

The orchard was whispering mysteriously, and in the nearby
Gardens the flowers had closed their corollas, seeking rest.
As the tide of memories ebbed, my existence receded too;
I quivered in fright: it was a nook that a soul
May never let go of lightheartedly.

Amsterdam, July, 2013
Copyright © Alessandro Baruffi

From "Jersey Blues: Selected Poems", also available on iBookstore, NOOK Book, and Amazon Kindle.

It is what it is...

2023-10-07T23:48:00.002-07:00

Hávamál: Le Canzoni e i Detti di Odino, l’Eccelso (Edda Poetica): Traduzione Italiana, Corredata di Note e Testo Originale in Antico Norreno

2023-10-01T04:39:00.002-07:00

Hávamál, (dall’antico norreno: “Detti o Canzoni di Odino, l’Eccelso”) è una raccolta poetica composta di centosessantaquattro strofe di aforismi, saggezza familiare, consigli e incantesimi magici attribuiti al dio nordico Odino. L'opera, che contiene almeno cinque frammenti distinti, originariamente scoperti in tempi diversi, costituisce una porzione fondamentale dell’Edda poetica. Si ritiene che la maggior parte delle poesie siano state composte in Norvegia nel IX e X secolo.

Traduzione Italiana, Corredata di Note e Testo Originale in Antico Norreno.

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Chemtrails...they are poisoning us. Who's "they"? What do you think?

2023-09-13T10:41:00.001-07:00

Spirit of Rhaetia: The Call of the Holy Mountains

2023-02-26T05:41:00.003-08:00

Publisher: LiteraryJoint Press, USA

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Carducci Essentials: the Poems of Giosuè Carducci Translated in English

2023-02-26T05:35:00.006-08:00

Translated in English, with original text in Italian.

Giosuè Carducci, (born July 27, 1835, Val di Castello, near Lucca, Tuscany [now Italy]—died Feb. 16, 1907, Bologna, Italy), Italian poet, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1906, and one of the most influential literary figures of his age.

The son of a republican country doctor, Carducci spent his childhood in the wild Maremma region of southern Tuscany. He studied at the University of Pisa and in 1860 became professor of Italian literature at Bologna, where he lectured for more than 40 years. He was made a senator for life in 1890 and was revered by the Italians as a national poet.

Carducci Essentials: the Poems of Giosuè Carducci Translated in English, Published by LiteraryJoint.

The latest translation of the work of Giosuè Carducci.

Publisher: LiiteraryJoint Press, USA

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Jetsun Milarepa: The Songs of Milarepa (Italian Edition and Portuguese Edition)

2022-12-25T06:01:00.005-08:00

Jetsun Milarepa: I Canti di Milarepa (Italian Edition: I Canti di Milarepa) on Amazon and Kobo.

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Milarepa, (born 1040—died 1123), , one of the most famous and beloved of Tibetan Buddhist masters (Siddha). His life and accomplishments are commemorated in two main literary works.

The first is a biography by the “Mad Yogin of Tsang” that chronicles the major events in his life from birth, to Enlightenment, to death. According to this work, Milarepa studied black magic in his younger years in an attempt to gain revenge on a wicked uncle who had stripped his mother and sister of all their property, after having previously promised to look after them when Milarepa’s father died. After a series of successful acts of destruction and revenge against his uncle and other family members, Milarepa is said to have undergone a crisis of conscience. Soon afterward, he sought out various Tibetan Buddhist masters, finally gaining acceptance as a full-fledged disciple under the guidance of the Tibetan master Marpa, founder of the Bka’-brgyud-pa sect. The lengthy relationship between Marpa and Milarepa is a significant element in the biography, since it emphasizes the necessity of, and intimate trust that develops in the student-disciple relationship in Vajrayāna Buddhism. After his years of study with Marpa were completed, Milarepa sought out remote, isolated mountain retreats in which he practiced rigorous meditation, only occasionally would he visit Marpa. Milarepa continued the Bka’-brgyud-pa line, converting and teaching many disciples.

The second work of commemoration is a collection of Tantric songs entitled The Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa, which express the nature of Buddhist teaching. They also expand upon the climate and conditions of Milarepa’s mountain ascetic retreats as well as the intense labors and ultimate joys of the ascetic life.

Free download "L'Inverno e il Re Triste, una favola", Italian Edition

2022-12-25T05:47:00.000-08:00

Until January 1st, 2023, during the Christmas Holidays, as a gift: free download of "L'Inverno e il Re Triste, una favola", Italian Edition on Amazon Kindle

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August in Chuang Yen

2022-09-25T06:27:00.003-07:00

August in Chuang Yen

Quietly the evening falls,

through leafy trees

coolly a breeze blows,

the peaceful night comes in high glees.

A deep fullness hovers all around

one guess is descending from other worlds;

the moon is a buoy, yellow and round,

to perfect stillness in the firmaments.

Memories settle their own slime,

the pot-bellied jug full and wise:

it shall not be another Spring-time,

when accomplished is the holy life.

Chuang Yen Monastery, Carmel, NY, August 2005

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The Poems of Giacomo Leopardi, Translated in English

2022-06-01T04:57:00.002-07:00

Giacomo Leopardi (b. June 29, 1798, Recanati, Papal States—d. June 14, 1837, Naples) was a poet, a literary scholar, a philosopher, an essayist, and a philologist. His outstanding works and superb lyric poetry granted him a perennial place among the greatest writers of the 19th century.

The collection of Poems of Giacomo Leopardi.

Available as e-book on Amazon

Content:

To Italy
On Dante’s Monument
To Angelo Mai
To His Sister Paolina
To a Victor in the Game of Pallone
The Younger Brutus
To the Spring
Hymn to the Patriarchs
The Last Song of Sappho
First Love
The Lonely Sparrow
The Infinite
The Evening of the Holiday
To The Moon
The Dream
The Lonely Life
Consalvo
To the Beloved
To Count Carlo Pepoli
The Resurrection
To Sylvia
Recollections
Night-Song of a Wandering Shepherd in Asia
Calm after Storm
The Village Saturday-Night
The Ruling Thought
Love and Death
To Himself
Aspasia
On an Old Sepulchral Bas-Relief
On the Portrait of a Beautiful Woman
Palinodia
The Setting of the Moon
The Ginestra
Imitation
Scherzo
Fragments

Umberto Saba: the Collection of Poems. Umberto Saba's Poetry Translated in English

2022-05-28T12:12:00.003-07:00

Umberto Saba: the Collection of Poems. Umberto Saba's Poetry Translated in English. Umberto Saba: "Il Canzoniere" (The Songbook).

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Your Mother -- Deine Mutter (1923)

2022-05-08T10:38:00.002-07:00

YOUR MOTHER

When your mother has grown older,

When her dear, faithful eyes

no longer see life as they once did,

When her feet, grown tired,

no longer want to carry her as she walks -

Then lend her your arm in support,

Escort her with happy pleasure.

The hour will come when, weeping,

You must accompany her on her final walk.

And if she asks you something,

Then give her an answer.

And if she asks again, then speak!

And if she asks yet again, respond to her,

Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.

And if she cannot understand you properly

Explain all to her happily.

The hour will come, the bitter hour,

When her mouth asks for nothing more.

A. H. 1923

Holy Saturday: Sabato Santo, by Giosuè Carducci. Carducci Essentials: the Poems of Giosuè Carducci Translated in English, Published by LiteraryJoint.

2022-04-23T06:05:00.002-07:00

Carducci Essentials: the Poems of Giosuè Carducci Translated in English, Published by LiteraryJoint.

The latest translation of the work of Giosuè Carducci.

Publisher: LiiteraryJoint Press, USA

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Sabato Santo

Che giovinezza nova, che lucidi giorni di gioia
per la cerula effusa chiarità de l'aprile
cantano le campane con onde e volate di suoni
da la città su' poggi lontanamente verdi!
Da i superati inferni, redimito il crin di vittoria,
candido, radïante, Cristo risorge al cielo:
svolgesi da l'inverno il novello anno, e al suo fiore
già in presagio la messe già la vendemmia ride.
Ospite nova al mondo, son oggi vent'anni, Maria,
tu t'affacciasti; e i primi tuoi vagiti coverse
doppio il suon de le sciolte campane sonanti a la gloria:
ora e tu ne la gloria de l'età bella stai,
stai com'uno di questi arboscelli schietti d'aprile
che a l'aura dolce dànno il bianco roseo fiore.
Volgasi intorno al capo tuo giovin, deh, I'augure suono
de le campane anch'oggi di primavera e pasqua!
cacci il verno ed il freddo, cacci l'odio tristo e I'accidia,
cacci tutte le forme de la discorde vita!

"Plowing," by Giovanni Pascoli, Original Text with English Translation

2022-03-31T03:26:00.002-07:00

Field with Plowing Farmers, by Vincent Van Gogh

The following translation of "Arano" (Plowing) by Giovanni Pascoli is from the book "The Poems of Giovanni Pascoli: Translated in English, with Original Italian Text," published by LiteraryJoint Press (2017). Also available as Amazon ebook (Free on Kindle Unlimited!) and on Kobo.

Plowing

In the field, where, rusty-red in the rows,
a few vine leaves shine, and from the thicket the morning fog seems smoke,

folk are plowing: with slow cries, one the slow cows pushes; one plants the seeds; one beats again the turfs with his patient hoe;

for the sparrow knows and his heart rejoices, from a mulberry's bristly branches he spies all on; and the robin: you can hear from the hedges
his delicate tinkling made of gold.

Arano

Al campo, dove roggio nel filare qualche pampano brilla, e dalle fratte sembra la nebbia mattinal fumare,

arano: a lente grida, uno le lente vacche spinge; altri semina; un ribatte le porche con sua marra pazïente;

chè il passero saputo in cor già gode, e il tutto spia dai rami irti del moro; e il pettirosso: nelle siepi s’ode
il suo sottil tintinno come d’oro.

From the collection “Myricae” (1891-1900)

From the book "The Poems of Giovanni Pascoli: Translated in English, with Original Italian Text," published by LiteraryJoint Press (2017). Also available as Amazon ebook (Free on Kindle Unlimited!) and on Kobo.

The Gender, Woke, NWO, Ashkenazi's Agenda

2022-03-18T04:22:00.005-07:00

The Empire of Lies

2022-03-18T03:43:00.000-07:00

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Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin (Распутин, Григорий Ефимович). The Night of the Burned Man (La Notte dell'Uomo Bruciato). Prophecy about Rome. It's coming, God Bless!

2021-12-30T12:59:00.003-08:00

Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin (Распутин, Григорий Ефимович), January 10, 1869 – December 29, 1916), was a controversial Russian mystic who influenced the latter days of the Russian Tsar Nicholas II, his wife the Tsaritsa Alexandra, and their only son, the Tsarevich Alexei.

"On the night of the burned man, blood will be shed and like a river will flow, in the Rome of the popes and of the swindlers. The people will go out into the squares blinded by a hatred that for long time had been long time smouldering, and on the blood-soaked pikes you will see the heads of politicians, nobles and clergy. The body of a venerable man will be dragged through the streets of Rome by a white horse and on the streets will remain the imprint of his blood and the edges of his skin. Only then will it be discovered that the venerable man was a snake. And he will die, as snakes die. In this night of blood and magic, the stars will change their light: those who wore the robe of delinquency will wear the robe of righteousness and those who were righteous will become unjust ... And when the light of the new day dawns, the fountains of Rome will be full of human blood, and many powerful bodies will be quartered and thrown to the four corners of the city, so that they rot apart ... Purified Rome will no longer be Rome. And the night of the burned man will remain to remember the holy insurrection of the people against the ravenous wolf dressed as a lamb."

Italian: "Nella notte dell’uomo bruciato, il sangue scorrerà a fiumi nella Roma dei papi e dei lestofanti. Il popolo uscirà sulle piazze accecato da un odio covato da tanto tempo e sulle picche lorde di sangue vedrete le teste dei politici, dei nobili e del clero. Il corpo di un uomo venerando sarà trascinato per le strade di Roma da un cavallo bianco e sulle strade rimarrà l’impronta del suo sangue e i lembi della sua pelle. Solo allora si scoprirà che l’uomo venerando era un serpente. E morirà come muoiono i serpenti. In questa notte di sangue e di magia le stelle cambieranno luce: quelli che indossavano l’abito della delinquenza indosseranno l’abito della giustizia e quelli che erano giusti diventeranno ingiusti... E quando sorgerà la luce del nuovo giorno, le fontane di Roma saranno piene di sangue umano, e molti corpi di potenti verranno squartati e gettati ai quattro angoli della città, affinché marciscano separati... Roma purificata non sarà più Roma. E la notte dell’uomo bruciato rimarrà a ricordare la santa insurrezione del popolo contro il lupo famelico vestito da agnello."