Meeting Benches World art in all forms
The Meeting Benches way: a perfectly proportioned man, created by Leonardo da Vinci, correlating the symmetry of human anatomy to the symmetry of the universe. That geometrical way of the mind, could live with the simplicity of the sides of a charming square, where joy, surprise, expectations and approval are four emotions in motion. What you see, hear, eat and feel, it’s all inside Meeting Benches way: the Vitruvian approach to life.
LE VENT NOUS PORTERA – FRENCH LYRICS VERSION
Je n’ai pas peur de la route, faudrait voir, faut qu’on y goûte, des méandres au creux des reins, et tout ira bien là , le vent nous portera. Ton message à la Grande Ourse, et la trajectoire de la course, un instantané de velours, même s’il ne sert à rien va, le vent l’emportera, tout disparaîtra mais, le vent nous portera. La caresse et la mitraille, et cette plaie qui nous tiraille, le palais des autres jours, d’hier et demain, le vent les portera. Génétique en bandoulière, des chromosomes dans l’atmosphère, es taxis pour les galaxies, et mon tapis volant dis? Le vent l’emportera, tout disparaîtra mais, le vent nous portera. Ce parfum de nos années mortes, ce qui peut frapper à ta porte, infinité de destins, on en pose un et qu’est-ce qu’on en retient? Le vent l’emportera. Pendant que la marée monte, et que chacun refait ses comptes, j’emmène au creux de mon ombre, des poussières de toi, le vent les portera. Tout disparaîtra mais, le vent nous portera.
THE WIND WILL CARRY US – ENGLISH LYRICS VERSION
I’m not scared of the road, we should see, must taste, from meander in the hollow of your breast, and there everything will be OK. The wind will carry us, your message to Ursa Major, and the trajectory of your race, an instant of velvet, even if it’s not useful though, the wind will take it away, everything will disappear but, the wind will carry us. The caress and the grapeshot, and that wound that tears us appart, the palace of everyday, from yesterday and tomorow, the wind will carry them. The genetic in shoulder-belt, chromosom in the atmosphere, taxis for galaxies,and my flying carpet says? The wind will take it away, everything will disappear but, the wind will carry us. This perfume of our dead years, what can knock at your door, infinity of destinies, we lay some but what do we retain? The wind will take it away, during the tide rises, and everyone is doing its accounts, I take in the hollow of your shadow, dusts of you, the wind will carry them. Everything will disappear but, the wind will carry us.
(Noir Désir)
