The two paths present on the island lead to the remains of the monastery dedicated to St. Mamiliano (about 1 hour walk), but you also then continue to the Holy Cave (another 40 minutes), stop and meditate a little. Difficult to explain the atmosphere that breathe in those moments, even more complicated it is make you understand the depth of …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Fragile, by Sting
FRAGILE If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one, drying in the colour of the evening sun, tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away, but something in our minds will always stay. Perhaps this final act was meant, to clinch a lifetime’s argument, that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could. For all those born beneath an …
Read More »FEDE GALIZIA (1578/1930), ITALIAN PAINTER: The carefully rendered fruit dominates the shallow field of each composition, with the attention to detail
IF – Poetry by Rudyard Kipling
IF If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way …
Read More »JEANNE HEBUTERNE (1898/1920), FRENCH PAINTER: The artistic community of Montparnasse, the meeting with Modigliani, a short dying life
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Luciano Ligabue: I feel you
I FEEL YOU I feel you, in the air that has changed, that anticipates the summer, and I cooled down a little. I feel you pass me in the back. Life does not rhyme, for what I do know, I feel you in the middle of a verse, a piece that was floppy, and now it no longer is. I …
Read More »BERTHE MORISOT, (1841/1895), FRENCH PAINTER: A great-grandson of art, Paris and a meeting with Manet and Guichard. Impressionist born a woman
WHEN YOU WILL NOT BE LONGER PART OF ME: William Shakespeare, “Romeo and Juliet” Act 3, Scene 2
WHEN YOU WILL NOT BE LONGER PART OF ME When you are no longer part of me I’ll want to cut out from your memory so many little stars, then, the sky will be so beautiful that the whole world will love the night. (William Shakespeare) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Juliet-Wordsworth-Classics-William-Shakespeare/dp/1840224339 http://www.amazon.it/Romeo-Giulietta-William-Shakespeare/dp/8804499397
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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – It has never an error, by Raf
IT HAS NEVER AN ERROR I look at you for the last time, as I go on. I hear you breathe, do not take the snapshot. I do not bring no trace in me, nothing that I will have to remove. If you’ve played you are the same, though now it hurts. If you loved was not love, it is …
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