SONG
Oh! To be a flower nodding in the sun, bending, then upspringing as the breezes run. Holding up a scent-brimmed cup, full of summer’s fragrance to the summer sun. Oh! To be a butterfly, still, upon a flower, winking with its painted wings, happy in the hour. Blossoms hold mines of gold, deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower. Oh! To be a cloud, blowing through the blue, shadowing the mountains, rushing loudly through valleys deep, where torrents keep, always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue. Oh! To be a wave, splintering on the sand, drawing back, but leaving, lingeringly the land. Rainbow light flashes bright, telling tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand. Soon they die, the flowers. Insects live a day. Clouds dissolve in showers. Only waves at play, last forever. Shall endeavor make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream to-day?
The richness and depth of poetics without borders Meeting Benches is a place of connection,…
Ahmet Güneştekin, the visual artist who interprets oral narratives, legends and mythology Meeting Benches is…
Lucio Battisti: catchy melodies or complex and profound stories? For Meeting Benches art embraces any…
The journey does not matter, as long as the horizon is large An author's travel…
The elegance they offer you four times a year, or the style you choose Meeting…
Stories of wordless languages and artists who paint like designers The use of mannequins https://lideamagazine.com/il-segreto-di-un-buon-manichino-e-sapere-valorizzato-gli-abiti-che-ondossa-associazione-esclusiva-con-amdrea-bonaveri/,…