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Insomnia by Katerina Charisi

lola6_400When I pass the exams, we will be together. If I pass. WHEN I pass. I will pass. I have to pass. Why not? I was studying the whole year and didn’t do anything else. Just school, home for studying, work, home for studying and so on. And such a lack of sleep. Such a lack of sleep… I just want to pass the exams and be together. Just to sleep with him. What about the job? Big deal… They will be fine without me. I will be fine without them.

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Cake by the ocean by Abigail George

Youth excites me. The youth in men. The youth in women. I have to hold onto the fact that all of life, human life, humanity, flora and fauna, and the lost and found is a happy gift.

ocean01_400When I was a very small child I wanted to cut holes in the floor of the sun to let the sun in. Peak into my neighbours’ attics. I did love him. There I said it. I loved Raj.

He made me happy in his own way. Don’t you want to be a mother he would often ask me with a twinkle in his eye? I would just blush and smile.

I can still hear his voice. I love you but you are a baby. You’re too cultured. Too well-educated, baby. I said I wanted children. How can I let a child raise my children?

I just haven’t found what I’m looking for yet, Raj said to me with a smile. You took my hand then and I had a fire in my soul. Leaned over and kissed me.

Now you’re are a wonderful who does not have the time of day for me anymore. I love you. Honestly, I do. I love you to death and it was another death in a succession of deaths.

I love you but you are a jerk. You’re happy being a jerk. Happy when you let me down. Whenever I started to cry you left the room, Raj, the poser.

I know what happiness is now and it is not having you around. Dancing with you in front of the television, listening to Sinatra on our wireless always brought tears to my eyes.

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The Resort by Bohdan Yuri

A light rain was falling throughout the day. A late August sprinkling that sometimes pretended to disappear but always left behind its chilling breath. It made the Catskills forget that summer was still here.

Thukrain_400e cloudy shades of grey moved steadily, the lower layer more swiftly. A faint mirage glowed through the thinner layers. It was the sun, dimmed, and not nearly as warm as yesterday.

Some of the guests at the Ukrainian Resort complained about the weather, saying that it gave them nothing to do for the rest of the day. And yet, they always talked with one another, laughing at the slightest anecdote. They seemed happy.

I on the other hand, adored the summer rain and its impending challenge; daring me to extract a magical color from its monochromatic gray cover. I always enjoyed sitting on the porch, just out of the rain’s reach, embarking on imaginary journeys that were cradled with quiet sensations of thought. Perhaps it was the natural rhythm of splashing waters that never let me disappear completely, though, it was spellbinding.

The breathless excursions of running play were usually left to the sunny empty spaces. Sometimes, I played both sides. However, on this particular day my fanciful daydreams were sliced open and, inside, I saw loneliness for the first time. I did not know that it would be so painful.

After dinner, the rain eased up a bit, enough to allow for casual strolling on the grounds by some of the guests. A group of nearby neighbors started up a volleyball game on one of the courts. A few of the younger guests joined them.

Being so late in the season, it was too cold even for swimming up here, my favorite; not too many nearby pools in the city. Unfortunately too, most of my friends from back home were either on trips elsewhere or home getting ready for school starting, and there weren’t any other kids my age to play with, only Sonya and Irena. They were sisters. Sonya was the oldest, she was four. I was nine and a half.

One time, I’d asked my mother why I didn’t have any brothers or sisters like my friends. She told me that she had gotten sick and couldn’t have any more children, a flaw in her dream and mine. I let it go because all answers are temporary at that age anyway.

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Remember to forget by Katerina Charisi

…She wears a long white dress that reaches under her knees and a leather top jacket, torn on the elbows. Her hair, a mix of silver and faded blond with a few scattered black locks. She is pretty. She looks defiant and confident. She doesn’t wear any make up on, except some black eye shadow. She doesn’t even carry a purse. There is something odd in the way she carries herself I can’t explain. She looks like a hippie, but then I notice a black motorbike helmet next to her betraying a motorcycle somewhere around. Then I see her black, motor boots. She has a child- looking face, but she holds the cigarette between her lips like a macho biker. Deep puffs – exhaling large menthol clouds of white smoke. Suddenly I feel ashamed for my naked feet and my shoes with all that dried mud on them.

That woman was Emily Winter. That’s how I met her for the first time, that’s how I remember her and that’s how she visited me earlier today, after a long time. And I know that she came to me determined to stay.

Welcome Home, Emily.

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4 News for Ovi bookshelves

4 new EBooks from the Ovi bookshelves, get your FREE copy NOW HERE! and enjoy!

Mount Voio is a photography album from a magnificent Greek landmark accompanied with the poems of a well-known Greek poet.

Mount Voio is one of Greece’s most highly inhabited and forested mountains. Its rich ecosystems, which include numerous mixed forests, consist mainly of oaks, chestnut trees, beech trees, pines, firs and low bushes.  Voio is an ideal habitat for all kinds of wild animals found in northern. And photographed by Ioli Petroulaki.

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Ovi Symposium Part I. The Ovi symposium is a landmark for the Ovi magazine. A symposium organized beyond time and space. A multidimensional symposium “On the Nature of Art within Modernity & the Envisioning of a New Humanism”. Participants from four different continents under the direction of Professor Emanuel Paparella in a dialogue that goes beyond linear time.

This is the first book and it covers the first thirteen meetings of a symposium – 6 June-21 November 2013 – that continues with its 55th meeting on the 2nd of July 2015; tomorrow. Participants in this huge project in alphabetical order: Dr Alessandra Abis, Dr Maria Buccolo, Ms Abigail George, Mr Nikos Laios, Dr Lawrence Nannery, Dr Ernesto Paolozzi, Dr Emanuel Paparella, Mr Edwin Rywalt and Dr Michael Vena.

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Brother Wolf and Sister Wren is a collection of short stories written by the talented Ms Abigail George. All her stories come from the heart of South Africa projecting the spirit of the rainbow but also for long tortured state.

Brother Wolf and Sister Wren is Abigail George’s way to invite to into the secrets of the soul of this land. Brother wolf and sister wren are full of deep feelings, inspirations and energy. You just have to try to follow them. Abigail’s short stories are accompanied but the equally inspirational illustrations made by Thanos Raftopoulos.

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Life in the Age of Extinctions volume 2 – Threshold is David Sparenberg’s closure after three years following the path his soul followed and mother earth led him. A path that started with his first book, “Life in the Age of Extinctions volume 1” also published by Ovi magazine.

David is contemporary as much his message is eternal. His thoughts float full of energy, embracing wishes, thoughts and dreams. Tens of thousands read his first book, a book he was extending his hand to meet you, in his second book he is embracing the reader, he joins the reader in search of harmony.

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