Meeting Benches World art in all forms

Flying in the sky you can only imagine fairy-tale happy with downcast eyes looking at clouds and landscapes, along with the memory of the great passions of your life. The ultimate experience of this kind, was the one that I tried on my last flight from Ponta Delgada – Azores Islands – Canada. During the trip I made ​​friends with …

38 ° 33’16 .61” N, 28 ° 26’28 .62” W, these are the geographical coordinates of the Cachorro small airport on the island of Pico in the central part of the archipelago of the Azores. Today I wanted to devote my time to discover this land where reigns a sovereign particular, its volcano, 2,300 meters high. You know me, and …

As I promised, here is a brief summary of the possibility of buying a house in Sardinia. This time, I want to express my personal opinions among the various options, letting you curious to imagine what you want, on the beautiful island nestled in the center of the western Mediterranean Sea. I also added the ability to purchase a timeshare …

Thoughts on a quiet night “Before the bed a bright moonbeam on earth seems to be frost shine. He raises his head looking at the bright moon, he bends his head thinking about the native country.” He speaks of daily life in a poetic way, and sometimes with many words. Whatever the emotion of the moment, a monastery or the …

Writes with brushes. Yes, she was a special woman, but also extremely unlucky, a Mexican woman-painter who lived boldly and had many physical problems – even few days before her death – she had screamed inside one of her paintings, with the complexity of the colors, her “live life.” The century of Frida Kahlo, what is behind us, has experienced …

“Dead crying … In the great days of the tomb, As I stand in birch Izach and in mourning, Which one wears me about life, after you! Bones on the widely whiten, Ghosts of August have carried Wichrowa zaweieja, Wounded eagle upon me croak, Dead crying. Crying past and the people and things, Cry pennants with the siege of Vienna, …

I hope you received my package of yellow and blue, the one that I have shipped with the Italian Post Office, before our departure from Sardinia. As you know, our Vespa 300ie was not able to hold our memories of the wonderful holiday that we have lived together on the island surrounded by blue. Inside the box, you have found …

If I have to summarize in one sentence what I feel inside myself, on this island, I have no difficulty in doing so: it is impossible not to be deeply impressed by the gentleness of Madeira (and I am not referring only to its perennial spring). Today I chose to visit the southern coast of the island –http://portugal.rentalcargroup.com/Funchal_Downtown.htm – using …

Hello. I am writing today because I could not do it last night. Last night, I was in fact quite tired after my visit to the rich island of Porto Santo, located 50 km north-east of the island of Madeira – 33 ° 03’N 16 ° 21’W – where I arrived at the Port de Abrigo, starting early in the …

Hello, tonight I write to you from the island of Madeira, in the Atlantic, an earthly paradise, but without his Eve. The memory of our holiday in Sardinia is still very much alive in me, and I miss you, so much. From the terrace of the Hotel Monte Carlo – http://www.montecarlohotelfunchal.com/– in the heart of the city of Funchal, I’m …

256 euro and 19 cents. The cost of a scheduled flight TAP Portugal (roundtrip) – http://www.flytap.com/Italia/en/Homepage – does not include stopovers. Next to me, from Rome to Lisbon, I have no friends who I met during my holiday in Sardinia, but from June 29 to the July 6 (the duration of my trip into the island of Madeira), to remind …

Today it is easy, even for a woman to talk about sex and femininity, but have the courage to express their intimate existential anxiety in the early years of the twentieth century, it was a challenge, and a Portuguese poet named Florbela – an illegitimate daughter, born and died in the same month and day, 8th December – had took …

The silence penetrates into the rock a song of cicadas.       The first snow! Just to fold the leaves of asphodel.       Traveling, sick the way of my dreams on a marsh drained.     The old pond! The frog dives – The sound of water.           (Matsuo Bashō – 1644/1694)

“Old tin a frog plunges. Sound of water. “ (Matsuo Basho) Mario Chini, a painter and designer Italian lover of words and mentally exotic latitudes, has left us his curious collection of poetry – The Moments – which leaves wonder inside our eyes and emotions, that he has condensed in a concise and essential writing – usually of eleven syllables …

“Who only drinks water has a secret to hide. What there is of boring love, is the fact that it is a crime in which you cannot do without an accomplice. The most beautiful makeup of the Devil lies in convincing us that does not exist. Art is the creation of a magic suggestive that welcomes both the object and …