Meeting Benches World art in all forms

You start by saying one thing, as a good sailor, which I am. If you want to come in the Island of Sylt, you will have at your disposal at least four days and your own “strandkorb”. Let me explain. The North Sea is ventilated, very breezy, why you is essential that strange wicker chair (in two places), obviously with …

APPEARANCES – K. Popper: An unknown reality, the world, behind the appearances.               DISTORTED LEGS – J. Women: Disfigured is the proportion of the world: the two legs on which it rests, reward and pain, remain distorted.       RISING MORNING – Shami Manzei: To compare the ephemeral thing in the world? Nowhere, …

AT THE WINDOW – AR Holst: The winter freezes, and the bushes are already blacks. Would light the fire, if you come back, as then, in that old story of the two of us. But I stand at the window, silent and thoughtful. The winter freezes, the years have passed. WEAK LUCERNE – Taqui Mir Mohammad: Sadly the evening darkens; …

Oysters and blue crabs, my childhood friends. Do not ask me, too – please – because my parents called me Annapolis call me Anna, simply, and I’ll take you in a few frames of my life in Maryland. Just to start, imagine to land on the beach where the Potomac River came to the sea, because in that place – …

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish …

            “Do not look for dresses with golden threads but grabs the time of youth.             You can take the flower to his blossoming Do not wait to shake a stem withered.”

“In front of my bed, the moon illuminates the earth. as reflections of frost.         I look up the shining moon, then bowed his head: my land is far away.”        

“The moon sets, ice crystals fill the sky, cry of a raven.       Maple River in a fire fishing, sad image of my sleepless night.         By Han Shan temple, out of town, in the deep night comes to my boat a bell sound.”   By Zhang Ji                           

Still a leave of Cambridge – Xu Zhi Mo (1895-1931)   “I left in silence, as quietly arrived; soft move my hand, to greet the clouds.       Those golden willows on the bank, brides are like the setting sun; shadow in the reflections of the waves, moves my heart.    Waterlilies above the muddy water, under move slowly, …

All? Not everyone. I love the sea, but I had one of my “personal fortune” to a child, my parents introduced me to that great part of me (and our planet), which is called water. Yes, from the pool of my city, to learn about different places – around the world – my mother and my father visited frequently, to …

“Animals running you can take with the fishnet; those that swim can be taken with the pot; those who fly it can break down with arrows; but the dragon do not know how to grasp: it rises into the sky on vapor and wind. Today I saw Laotzu, is similar to the dragon! “ Http://www.amazon.it/Tao -yourselfers Ching-Lao-Tsu / dp / …

I follow Meeting Benches for some months, and I was intrigued – especially – the editorial contributions of some readers, that is, from what their share of travel experiences. The last – one on Sussex – opened within me an invisible door, releasing a delicate fragrance that I had (deliberately) erased from my memory. In my case, sharing my feelings …

He was known by the name of Ambrose or Angiolo, but we remember – watching with amazement its frescoes – as Giotto, an Italian painter and architect, probably born in 1267. Certa, is instead a second date, due to the reason which I will narrate the story of my trip to Italy, in a city with a highly evocative name, …