Meeting Benches World art in all forms

THE FUTURE “We raise the straw We look at the snow We write letters expect orders. We smoke a pipe thinking about love The gabions are there We look at the pink. The source he has not withered Neither the straw gold has faded We look at the bee And we do not think about Tomorrow. Let us hands What …

SONG OF AUTUMN   “The long sobs violins autumnal I tear my heart of languor monotonous. Full of grief and tired, when time beats I remember remote days and cry. And I surrender the sad wind that transports me here and there similar to a dead leaf. “ (Paul Verlaine)

A nice sketch, a tip given to the wives to be lenient towards their husbands. The story develops in the space of an hour, turning around four characters. In Paris, during a dance in the Napoleonic era, the intrigue comes from the curiosity of a young and frivolous legal adviser, to a pretty unknown. She is sitting alone in a …

WILL COME ONE DAY – “A day will come purer than others: Enron-peace on Earth as a Crystal Sun. A glow new wrap things up. Men singing in the streets now free from the bogus death. The grain will grow over the ruins of weapons destroyed and nobody will pay his brother’s blood. The world will then be of sources …

WHERE ENDS THE RAINBOW – “Where ends the Rainbow there will be a place, brother, where the world can sing songs of all sorts. We will sing together, black and white brothers, a song. And a hand full of sadness. Don’t know why difficult to learn. but we will learn together there is a reason that both black, there is a …

SERENATA “Lungo le rive del fiume la notte si sta bagnando e sui seni di Lolita muoiono d’amore i rami. Muoiono d’amore i rami. La notte nuda canta sui ponti di marzo. Lolita lava il suo corpo con acqua salmastra e nardi. Muoiono d’amore i rami. Luccica in alto sui tetti la notte d’argento e d’anice. Argento di rivi e …

BITTER LOVE “Bitter Love, purple crowned with thorns, Bush among many passions fraught, launches of pain, of rage, corolla for which roads and how did you live to my soul? Why did you precipitate your painful fire, suddenly, between the cold leaves of my road? Who taught you the steps that brought you unto me? Which flower, stone, smoke you …

BENEDETTO SIA  – “Benedetto sia il giorno e il mese e lo anno e la stagione e il tempo e la ora e il punto e il bel paese e il luogo dove io fui raggiunto dai due begli occhi che legato mi hanno; e benedetto il primo dolce affanno che io ebbi ad essere con amor congiunto, e lo …