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Bernard Spilsbury írta: Douglas Gordon Browne

Dictionary of Demons: A Guide to Demons and Demonologists in Occult Lore írta: Fred Gettings

Ghosts in the Middle Ages: The Living and the Dead in Medieval Society írta: Jean-Claude Schmitt

Telling Tales írta: Alan Bennett

Jeeves in the Offing írta: P G Wodehouse

Bearing an Hourglass (Panther Books) írta: Piers Anthony

Chronicle of 20th Century Murder: 1900-1938 írta: Brian Lane

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Please Call Me by My True Names
by Thich Nhat Hanh

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.
Hi Sallymn, I see that we two are the only ones to admit owning The Fortunes of Poppy Treloar. It was a favourite of mine when I was a child but I haven't read it for ages. Have you read it? What did you think?
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