Meeting Benches World art in all forms

Hello, thanks to the space that gives me Meeting Benches, I can briefly accompany in my city. You will notice something unusual, a feeling also visible in this season: the city (in its way), is able to warm up. What you see is the old city (between Tjorn, Laekjargata, the port and the suburb of Seltjarnarnes). If you want, you …

A novel – Mapocho – by Nona Fernandez (Municipal Literary Prize, 2003). In it, the author discusses the Fernandez interpretation of the historian’s mission, in the foundation process of the nation. You can discover the places of the ethnic, sexual and political minorities within the national project, and the strategies of resistance employed by these groups. The  novel, inverts the …

“The last sound of your goodbye, I told him that I knew nothing and that it was the time required to learn the why of the matter. So, between the stones I knew that sum is to unite and subtract that leaves us alone and empty. That the colors reflect the naive desire of the eye. That solfeggi and the …

“A monotonous noise does not necessarily calm. An auger not calm anyone, except perhaps the foreman. Still, it is among the monotonous noise that you have more chance of finding the calm. What is nice in the sound of the wind blowing on a forest pines, is that this noise has no edges, is round. But it has nothing to …

“Tu boca vertical me escupió oblicuo y no ha dejado tu sangre de rodar; más que en la mesa, al volcarse una botella, su dentro se derrama. Y esa sangre no puede coagular sino en mi pecho, en esa bomba músculo que llaman corazón y yo taberna. Bebo mosto de alumbramiento, negro alcohol espejo de tu ausencia. Llevo toda la …

NAO HÁ VAGAS “O preço do feijão não cabe no poema. O preço do arroz não cabe no poema. Não cabem no poema o gás a luz o telefone a sonegação do leite da carne do açúcar do pão. O funcionário público não cabe no poema com seu salário de fome sua vida fechada em arquivos. Como não cabe no …

“Viento y las nubes se deshacen; brisa y blancas se transfiguran. Hay ecos que no son de las palabras son del aliento, no nos repiten, nos convocan a escuchar lo que para decirse nos llama. Hay una hendidura en la palabra hendidura, un desgarro donde cada palabra calla, donde todo callar crea; es lo que en el decir es aliento …

Hello, welcome to Greece, my name is Alexis. I would like to have you with me a couple of days, to get to a promontory – Cape Sounion – located on the southern tip of Attica, Greece, 70 km from Athens, but only for a moment from the gates of the wonder. In a place not to be missed, I …

True, my Irish coasts confirm a rule geographic: the lands exposed to the west are the most beautiful. Certainly will be your eyes, however, to judge what my already know, but the fact that I am an Irishman (madly in love of my land), nothing detracts from what nature has given abundantly to my homeland.  http://www.ireland.com/ Finian I am, and …

Welcome to Beddgelert, Arfon I am, and you’re with me in the county of Gwynedd – 53 ° 00.7’N 4th 06.06’W – at the confluence of the rivers Glaslyn and Colwy. http://www.beddgelerttourism.com/ . Grave of Gelert, this is an ancient legend, the name of my city, but that dog so special is now long dead, so we’ll have to settle …

“This is a restaurant like no other. Are we to believe that I do not like anyone? A tall woman beside me, beating eggs with his fingers. A traveler puts his clothes on a table and holds me head. He is wrong, I do not know any mystery, I do not even know the meaning of the word: mystery, I …