My crazy heart fell in love with your beauty, As if an artist had painted a carpet on your face, God gave light and dawn to your eyes, Whoever sees you will be sad in his heart, Seven-spotted, oh beauty in front of me. * The red eyes never look at my eyes, And my heart doesn’t listen to my words, They won’t let me come to myself for a bit, Whoever sees you will be sad in his heart, Seven-spotted, oh beauty in front of me. * We parted, and I hit my knee, Like a madman, I followed your footsteps, You pulled me to your grace with your walk, Whoever sees you will be sad in his heart, Seven-spotted, oh beauty in front of me. * You are a lily in the bosom of the mountains, With one glance you turn away from the straight path, By saying no you dig my grave, Whoever sees you will be saddened, Seven-spotted, oh beautiful one before me. * God gave you a share of your beauty, The sun rose and became a moon for our night, Your gaze is like a flower, Whoever sees you will be saddened, Seven-spotted, oh beautiful one before me. * A painting was painted on your neck, Izzetogh, don’t you join the dance, I see the nations come to your wedding, Whoever sees you will be saddened, Seven-spotted, oh beautiful one before me.
ADALAT EROĞLU-Azerbaiján-Gafarov Adalat Izzet oglu (EROĞLU) was born on April 16, 1966 in the village of Hovuslu, Jabrayil region. He studied at the secondary school of his native village in 1973-83. On September 1, 1983, he entered the Technical Vocational School No. 44 of Sumgayit city and was called up for military service from Sumgayit city in 1984. After completing military service on May 10, 1986, he started working as a laborer at the Tresin Construction Department No. 1 in Sumgayit city.
In September 1992 he entered the 1st year of the Law Faculty of Baku State University named after M.A. Rasulzadeh and graduated from the same University in 1997. On September 02, 1994, he started working as a clerk in the Sumgayit City People’s Court. In 1998, he worked as a Court Session Secretary (Assistant Judge). On December 01, 2000, he was released from that position at his own request. From December 10, 2000 to November 14, 2007, he worked at the Independent Law Consultancy.
Since November 14, 2007, he is the Founder of the “IZZET” LLC Law Consultancy and Training Center. Since December 02, 2007, he has been working as the Director of “IZZET” LLC.
He is married and has three children. In 2014-2019-2025, he was registered as a Candidate for Deputy in the Municipal Elections of the Republic of Azerbaijan and in 2015-2020-2024, in the Milli Majlis Elections of the Republic of Azerbaijan.
He is the Laureate of the “Golden Pen” and “Great Leader” Media Awards. He has been awarded many Honorary Diplomas and Honorary Orders. He is a member of the Azerbaijan Writers’ Union (AYB) and the Azerbaijan Journalists’ Union (AJB).
He is a member of the Editorial Board of the “YURD” literary-artistic, scientific-journalistic Journal. He is the author of the poetry books “We have a wound called homeland inside us”, “The pain of the word homeland, “Turan whereabouts”, “We have a wound called homeland inside us” (reprint), “Awakening Spirits…”, “The word of justice is there”. He is the Project Manager and Developer of the Almanac Part I of “IN THE LIGHT OF JUSTICE”.
“My Homeland”, “The World is a False World”, “Towards the Top”, “The World of Lovers”, “Longing for Karabakh”, “May My Mother’s Name Live in the World”, “On the Paths of Life”, “The World Filled and Empty”, “Where is the Whereabouts of Zeal”, “Green Light”, “My Eyes Are on the Road, My Heart Is in the Sound”, “The Road to Victory”, “We Are Coming to Karabakh!!!”, “For Whom Is the World Left-880”, “My Beloved, Tell Your Dream to the Sea”, “The End of Longing”, “Life Calls Us”, “Let’s Go to Agdam”, “Sweat Flowers”, “The Word wreath”, “Lachin calls us”, “Mysterious World”, “Lonely Flower Quickly Fades”, “A Flower from Every Meadow”, “Where Does This World Go”, “The World of Dreams”, “Roads to the Summit”, “My Trace Remains in the Mountains”, “The Flower That Does Not Fade”, “My Mother and Father’s World” and others in the Poetry Anthology, in the “Dove Hands” Poetry Collection on the occasion of the 110th anniversary of our great poet M. Mushfig, in the “I WILL NOT HOLD THE WORLD” Part I and II on the occasion of the 650th anniversary of Imadeddin Nasimi, in the “Light of Justice”, “People on the Peak”, in the Almanacs, in the “Turkish World Poetry Selection 5-6” and in the “Poets Selection-12” Anthology in Sivas, “Mount Lelvar”, “Mount Shah”, “TURAN”, “Qarabagh is Azerbaijan!”, “Iron fist, Steel wrist”, “Greetings to the Turan people!”, “Victory”, “Khojaly is the greatest, bloodiest TRAGICITY of the 20th century”, “BLOODED JANUARY 20”, “Fountain of Inspiration”, “In the Light of Candle”, etc.
Dozens of his poems have been published in literary, artistic, scientific and journalistic journals. Several of his poems and articles have been published in the literary-artistic, scientific-journalistic magazines “Yurd” and “Telli Sanem”, “Justice way”, “Faith in Tomorrow”, “Azerbaijan Youth”, “Kolkhozchu”, “Socialist Sumgayit”, “Justice way”, “Ideal Market”, “Gundem Xeber”, “Faith in Tomorrow”, “XXI ASR Fair Work, Right Word”, “365 Gün”, “Hekeri”, “ATA”tv, etc. newspapers.
On many internet portals; “Sabaha-inamla.az”, “Sumqayıtfakt.az”, “Qərib.az”, “Manevr.az” “Pressaz.az” “Xəbərləcom.az”, “Adalatyolu.az”, “Gundemxəber.az”, “Presspark.az”, “Vetenim-azerbaycandir.az”, “365 GÜN.INFO”, “kanal32.az”, djb.az (Dunya Journalists’ Union), “kapsamhaber.com“, “kiriminsesigazetesi.com“, “44gün.org“, “Ondertv.org”, “yenimedia.net” “vetensesi.az” and other news sites have published dozens of my poems and short articles. He is a member of the creative team of parts I and III of the anthologies “Creative People and Intellectuals of the XX-XXI Century” and “Khan Chinar’s Births”.
Several of his poems have been translated into Russian, English, Spanish and Uzbek. His poems have been published in Turkey, Argentina, Tabriz, Germany, Russia and other countries. Songs have been composed for several of his poems. He regularly performs at many state events with his patriotic poems.
Adriano Aragozzini: The Most Extraordinary Artist Manager in the World
Rome. It’s the last day of 2025, and Adriano Aragozzini, the most extraordinary impresario in the world, has dedicated his latest book to me, a bestseller not only in Italy, entitled: “Tonight who sings is me “(Questa sera canto io), 462 pages that you devour in a few hours.
Adriano has an irresistible personality, and his book reflects it, taking us on a journey around the world with Tina Turner, Domenico Modugno, Sammy Davis Jr., Patty Pravo, Ray Charles, Gino Paoli, Sarah Vaughan, Luigi Tenco, Gloria Gaynor, and the Sanremo Festival, which Aragozzini made popular worldwide.
In this adventurous panorama, film stars such as Gina Lollobrigida and my mentor Federico Fellini and Andy Warhol, who competed with Fellini for my image, stand out.
Aragozzini recounts with unusual sincerity the “splendors, miseries, passions, betrayals, secrets, and transgressions,” as written on the book cover, of celebrities who are part of the fabric of our history from the 1960s to today.
An important chapter of the book tells of a truly unique experience, also because the protagonist of the episode, which spans years, is a singular character: the singer Patty Pravo, brilliant and iconic in all her manifestations and often in conflict with Aragozzini’s plans to increase her fame.
Aragozzini introduces Patty Pravo to Federico Fellini, who offers her a role in his film “Casanova”: Casanova duels with a man, and with his sword, tearing his antagonist’s shirt. This action reveals a breast, the true sex of this person.
At that time, in 1975, Fellini was the most famous and well paid director in the world, and Patty Pravo the most special and famous singer in Italy.
A considerable chance for Patty Pravo to probably establish herself worldwide.
Do you think the artist said “yes”? Of course you do!
It was, instead, a firm “no” from Patty Pravo and a consequent disappointment for Aragozzini.
The reasons?
Patty Pravo has a rather masculine voice and an androgynous physique.
Perhaps, then, Fellini’s idea didn’t seem very original to Patty Pravo.
Aragozzini introduced Patty Pravo to Andy Warhol, who didn’t offer the artist a role in his film, as Fellini had done, but instead proposed that the diva be the protagonist of his film.
Do you think the artist said “yes”? Of course you think the diva said “yes” to Andy Warhol!
Andy Warhol talked and talked, and Patty Pravo remained quite silent.
Aragozzini was embarrassed.
Then Warhol, rather annoyed, left Patty Pravo’s apartment in Rome , and after the legendary Warhol’s departure, she performed magical rituals to ward off Warhol’s energy, which she perceived as negative.
Another great disappointment for Aragozzini, but one can’t judge: if you perceive negative vibrations from a person, it might not be a good idea to have a project in common with that person, since obstacles and conflicts could be anticipated.
However, Aragozzini did help Patty Pravo sell millions of records and increased her fame, which is a priority for an impresario.
And Aragozzini did this by launching songs that have made history and are themselves part of history and culture.
Aragozzini, an impresario who was skilled at creating significant synergies between Italian and international music stars, who made the Sanremo Festival, the Italian song festival, known throughout the world, and who, if he likes an artist, launches them internationally.
There’s great news regarding Aragozzini: a few days ago, he added a new and unique award to the thousands he has already received: the “Courage for Freedom Award” for his tenacity and courage in promoting artists who symbolize freedom and supporting musical institutions to the entire world.
The award is based on the principles of the hero of two worlds, Garibaldi, who fought for the freedom of many peoples and countries, including Italy and Rio Grande do Sul in Brazil.
Garibaldi was a hero, also a writer and poet.
The award originated in LA, during an exchange of ideas between me and the hero’s descendant, Francesco Garibaldi Hibbert and on that occasion, the multi-award-winning film “Anita” was also conceived, based on a sublime poem by Giuseppe Garibaldi about the premature death of his companion, the heroine Anita.
Francesco Garibaldi and Adriano Aragozzini, an honorary citizen of NYC thanks to me, have become great friends, and Aragozzini rightfully joins the award’s honorary committee, along with other distinguished recipients, including Michael Poryes, author of Hannah Montana, Moe Rock, founder of the Los Angeles Tribune, Elena Panarella, a renowned journalist for the widely read newspaper “Il Messaggero,” Ibrahim Shehata, president of the Egyptian “The Times International “ , Enrico Bernard, writer and screenwriter, and Victoria Wilder, daughter of the absolute Hollywood cinematic legend Billy Wilder, about whom I will share sensational news exclusively for Synchronized Chaos.
The cinematic version of the “Courage for Freedom Award,” is named “Courage for Freedom Film Award ” and was assigned to Angela Alioto for “Kamilah the Miracle Filly,” to Emily Letran and Jenny Thai for “Book of Death,” awarded by Pope Francis, Pope Leo XIV, and the Dalai Lama, and to “Chrysalis,” on the life of Daniel Winn, which we will see starting in April 2026, masterfully directed by Jordan Robert Schulz.
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Life in Misprint
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I [flitted] fitted the lid on my typewriter and clipped [for it is a bullet or a vehicle; a ballet] it shut.
They imported blonde angles excited about his corn[y×π] eyes trying to vet good marks. Nothing looked terrific, smug, corseted. The night felt wise and cynical [my might is tampered by this cubicle], but my bones of intuition looked silver, floored me; whiskey.
Never managed to get anything. [Get anything] I know hem all. My dream tasted wonderful. He kept waiting for dt to stay something huuman.
The drinks arrived, just like jungle grass [jingling undergarments]>>. I drrragged his e inyes burst
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Morning couldn’t hide much longer [hours for less pay. (Day). ] i didnt. Mad was what i wanted to do. Hideous effort dragged me to class [analysis], [them] flatteRED.
I thought it was quite ingenious of me. Scared and depressed; intellectual maturity, rickety old, making blue flames and clouds of another voice [vice
It was a mosquito in the distance. I was writing, like, [the school of] resent me. I thin[Ned] Air.
Bzzz. Money trumpets lilac wise. ‘Dont let the wicked city get you.’ [wine] The thought hit with a hiss, in technicolour. A lot[tery] of very [read] trees rolling sway for miles and miles [Davis] in every [needs] directoon.
The shadow, puking the screen. ‘i feel hell.’
‘so do i; ill come back[stage???] with you.’
Excuse me excuse me excise me
The cab driver seemed to know what we were doing. I thought i would die, it was so far. The sickness glittering, it didnt seem to be summer anymore. I could feel my bones, the big white hotel.
The words bungled out thick as vomit. Cry the night. The ice went on. The door shut again. Love.
‘ll sleep now The tenderness of sand [thtough the hourglass] was empty. I had a vision. avocado pear after avocado pear…
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Texas Fontanella has published widely over the years in an array of internationally recognised journals, and has participated in art exhibitions in the past, from America to Argentina to Germany and France, and of course in their home city Sydney, a city they love. They are eager to find, and figure out funding for a new art exhibition, for they’ve material enough for several. Any leads on this avenue internationally would be greatly appreciated.