Meeting Benches World art in all forms

SHANGHAI GIRLS Fate, The Luck and Destiny, these are the three sections which make up the story of the writer. Reading the novel, you will discover the life of two women, and the pages are full of their memories, memories of a distant time, those of Shanghai in the Thirties. You’ll discover a city where ancient traditions were not forgotten, …

SOLITUDE OF TWO BILLION YEARS LIGHT Small globe on humans sleep, get up and work, sometimes want to have companions on Mars. The Martians on their small world, I do not know what to do, maybe a little sleep, get up a little, they work a little? Sometimes they want to have companions on Earth. This is absolutely safe. Universal …

AFTER DARK Imagine you’re in Tokyo, imagine walking in the streets of a neighborhood that begins to live the arrival of the night. Imagine the insignia of bars and night clubs, on until dawn. Fine. Inside that darkness, it is interwoven the story of some people, involved in a case of violence. Imagine a hotel, where a prostitute was beaten …

DESTINATION NOWHERE In a soundless desert, under the star filled sky, I raise up my head and look at it. This scenery will continue until where? And where will I walk to? I reach out my frozen hand to touch the light, before that imaginary star disappears. Take off to the sky,wind is crying, don’t be confused with what you …

SALUT D’AMOUR https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSv3iApK3DQ&list=RDBSv3iApK3DQ#t=58

WUTHERING HEIGHTS This woman wrote a single novel, but Wuthering Heights offers you thousands of food for thought, in each of its pages. The suggestion, reading this novel, is to imagine it as a thoughtful and careful reflection on all facets of humanity. No, you will not read a love story any, but the interweaving of love inside the rooms …

YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR Should not you know despair, if the stars sparkle every night; If the dew falls silent at night, and the sun gilds the morning. Should not you know despair, though the tears to flow freely. Not the years most loved, forever in your heart? Cry, you cry, so it must be. The wind sighs …

ITALIAN RENAISSANCE MUSIC: Alle stamegne! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayKZZeUcvZI  

PALIO Vigil in the haze of the night, the heart of Barbaresco suspended. It invokes, in the off hours of sleep, the privilege of fate imponderable. On tuff crumbly, the incessant ritual recurs. They hate the bad quarters, and the dream of victory contention, with violent excitement. The proud spirit of the horse, it yearns in vain for the last …