ANTIQUE – By W. Soyinka “Without tears as dry leaves, sealed with the stems of the desert, we have lost the hope of green nature trails. Their tracks are greener, who violate their ancient reservoirs, with steel rails, and iron structures.” FINDS – By E. A. Poe “We are powerless, us, pale stones. Not all our power is dissolved.” …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF ANGUISH: Around midnight a cry on the ruins, rolling together and painfully, in the secret of happiness
CRASH AND RUIN – By (D. Gascoyne) “The anguish, ran like a crash on the ruins. From the Past accomplished, the emptiness of the Future. And the black, all the invading prism, became absolute.” NIGHT VIGIL – By (Lucretius) “The ambush, night vigil on the steps blindly. Nature has on the mouth a scream: suffering of the body.” …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF SADNESS: Over the last horizon is the lone garden of sadness, where to dive between burning matches
INFINITY  “Always dear to me was this lonely hill,  and this hedge, which has so much  last The endless horizon.  But as I sit and gaze, boundless  spaces beyond that, and superhuman  silences, and deepest quiet  I thought I pretend; if just for  the heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind  …
Read More »COSTA ALEGRE, MEXICO: With Sheila, on the Pacific Ocean, where sea turtles nest, sharing with them 70 kilometers of beach
Thank you for your contribution. As you can read, Sheila, we have not altered your editorial contribution. We were limited only to give a title to your diary, choosing from your pictures, the one that seemed most appropriate for our cover. Now that you know how to find us – info@meetingbenches.com – we’re waiting for you, again, with the story …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MEETINGS: Frames of tremor woven, in the East, where the sand is warm,
MEETING of V.Nabokov “I remember your arrival: a ring growing, a tremor that the world ignores.” CHARM I. F. Annensky “As the plots of the wavering shadows, the sand is as white hot: do not say anything, do not smile, remains so, as you were.” WORRY Tsang Yang Gyatso “In the East, on the mountain top, clear the …
Read More »COME WITH ME. EINGANG RATHAUSTOR: Salzburg at Christmas, but not only to buy a loden
Pine branches and gold tassels and Mozart chocolates Kugeln, thank you, I’m glad that you accepted my invitation. Â http://www.salzburg.info/en/accommodation/hotels_overview . The Advent markets in the city street of purchases – the Getreidegasse – will not make us forget the lights that illuminate this city, and in particular, the Duomo, and its twin towers. Even now, I ask you a special …
Read More »UNITED COLOR OF LOVE: When in the market of winter, around days, listen to her steps
“From the bottom of silver-gray, a slender deer is advancing in the winter forest, and cautious, step by step, wise, pure and immaculate freshly fallen snow. And I think of you, graceful figure.” (J. Maragall) “You, who have led the market in my heart, and you sold in another market, not sell this heart you busy.” (Abd Allah ibn …
Read More »A NEW YEAR TO BE LAPPS: In northern Sweden, including forests, sleighs and reindeer
Hello. As you can see, today I have brought something doubly unusual because I talk to you for a week away in time and geography usual. I have not forgotten, never, my wonderful winter holiday in Finnish Lapland, and is the memories of those special moments, now, which leads me to stimulate your thinking about the next New Year’s Eve …
Read More »BECKOV CASTLE, SLOVAKIA: Not only a natural cultural monument, but the smell of old Great Moravia
THE AFRICA OF JOHN READER: Dense shadows equatorial noise of chains and roar of water
Imagine a thousand-year history, wrapped in bright flashes of civilization, but also the brutality of so many gray areas. Imagine flipping through hundreds of pages of a book, a writer can create for you real-world scenarios, throbbing stages of the protagonists of the wonderful civilization. Imagine, between those words and those words, to observe and understand the meaning of “chains” …
Read More »IN AUTUMN, IN PARADISE UNUSUAL: Around the Monte Conero, Italy, between secular parks, in the season of grapes and wine
Yes, it is within the territory of Ancona in the Marche which I invite you to travel with me in the month of November, but not only to taste the wine “Rosso Conero”, but also to visit beautiful places, those that you’ll never forget. Give me your hand, and come along this stretch of the Adriatic coast, to find a …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF OTHERNESS: In the yard or next to Robin, I do not have anything that is not even your
When I act on you, and you act on me, you are me and I am you, too. The word “ware” which means “I” in the Japanese language is used many times in the sense of “Nanji,” which means “you.” Thus, the concept of community, group, is always considered superior to the concept of the individual. (Yujiro Nakamura) If I …
Read More »PALERMO, A MICROCOSM ROWDY AND FASCINATING: To savor the smell of the time, the district Vucciria Ballarò
Good morning, let us embrace. Yes, I’m in shape, your eyes are curious, and I’m dying from the desire to talk to you about our – possible – new destination: Italian island of Sicily, Palermo. I would like you to see the cathedral of that city, architectural splendor illuminating the square, from the year 1184. Not far away, I would like …
Read More »HALF FARMER, HALF SAILOR: Come with me in Argentario, to savor what’s left of summer, and smell the autumn
A promontory in Central Italy bordering the Maremma. A shrill and precious name, “Argentario”. http://www.turismo.intoscana.it/en/ . A route suspended between forests and medieval castles. I have tried three different ways, to tell you the same thing: come with me, to Feniglia and Capalbio, possibly the first weekend of the month, because I want to take you to Orbetello to see …
Read More »GIVE ME UNFOLDING YOURSELF: Along with Lucebert, floating in a dark dream in the sun, a nod in the clouds
That man, in the Netherlands, he thought that the world was his home, but he was deeply convinced that all things of value were defenseless. He, the pessimist in his country was a poet, as well as an innovator of visual arts. Lubertus Jacobus Swaanswijk (in art, Lucebert), was born in Amsterdam in the late summer of 1924, and entered …
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