FANTASY Leave always wandering imagination, the pleasure is always somewhere else, and it melts, only to touch sweet, like the bubbles when rain hits. Let her then wander, her, the winged, for the thought that even in front of it lies. Opens the door to the cage of the mind, and you’ll see, it will launch flying into the sky. …
Read More »CLOTHING: Poetry of Wislawa Szymborska
CLOTHING You take off, we take off, we remove coats, jackets, waistcoats, blouses of wool, cotton, terylene, skirts, pants, socks, underwear, laying, hanging, throwing on backs of chairs, doors screens. For now, he says the doctor, nothing serious; you put on, rest, take a trip, take the case, after lunch, in the evening; come back in three months, six a …
Read More »JACQUES LOUIS DAVID (1748/1825), FRENCH PAINTER: The Creative experiences in Rome, merged in classicism and romanticism.
THE ORANGE: Poem by Jacques Prévert
THE ORANGE An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and in my bed, sweet present of the present, freshness of the night, heat of my life. (Jacques Prévert) http://www.amazon.com/Paroles-French-Edition-Jacques-Prevert/dp/2070367622
Read More »PIERRE-AUGUSTE RENOIR (1841/1919), FRENCH PAINTER : The man who painted “en plein air”, to capture the light in the essence of things.
RODOLFO AMOEDO (1857/1941), BRAZILIAN PAINTER: Shades of mythology, portraits, Biblical scenarios and Indios themes.
TRIP TO BUDAPEST: Neighborhoods Habsburg and ancient baths, but also special workshops, where observe a time that has never off
I am sure that you will have already photographed the Chain Bridge (one of the eight bridges citizens, along with many other beautiful things of Budapest), so I’ll talk about something else, such as shop Pannon Antik – a workshop in the heart of Pest, really rich in memories of the past have not yet been turned off). http://www.budapest.com/travel/tourist_information/information_offices.en.html?sid=4sh33rg3d7u6sciqooplmtnhf2 Do …
Read More »FIRES BURN: Poetry, by Marichiko
FIRES BURN Fires burn in my heart. Do not smoke rises. Nobody knows. (Marichiko)
Read More »ROCKING HORSE: Poetry, by Tawari Machi
ROCKING HORSE Back and forth without going anywhere raising a child this is like rocking horse time that you gave to me. (Tawari Machi)
Read More »JACK BUTLER YEATS (1871/1957), IRISH ARTIST: The artist of the inner landscapes, impressionist painter and romantic.
ON THE MOUNTAIN OF THE GODS: Between Macedonia and Thessaly, to observe the world with divine eyes
Welcome to Greece, in the charming city of Thessaloniki. The route that we propose the citizen from the arch of Galerius (a piece of Roman history), the tower of Hormisdas (a shade of persia), Aghios Gherorghios (ancient place of worship) and the White Tower (a piece of Venice) . As you see, this was – and remains – a border …
Read More »TSUGUHARU FOUJITA (1866/1968), JAPANESE PAINTER: Shades of Japanese ink, in a personal style developed in Paris
VALENTIN ALEXANDROVICH SEROV (1865/1911), PAINTER RUSSIAN: The pictorial realism of an actor, freshness painted on canvas.
WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD: Poetry, by William Butler Yeats
WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD When you’re old, wavering between fire and waking take this book, read it unhurriedly and dreams of the sweetness of your eyes for a time, and their shadows. How many loved your sweet grace of that time, and the beauty of a true or false love. But one only loved your soul pilgrim, and the …
Read More »WHAT WOULD NOT THIS WORLD: Poetry, by Samuel Beckett
WHAT WOULD NOT THIS WORLD What would I do without ever this world, faceless or questions, where to be but for a moment in which each instant, spills into the void of oblivion have been without this wave where finally will collapse together body and shadow. What would I do without this ever silent abyss of whispers, panting furiously rescue …
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