Meeting Benches World art in all forms
SERAPHINE DE SENLIS (1864/1942), FRENCH PAINTER: The fragrant liminal boundaries of creative dream
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 …
Read More »NOTHING: Poetry of Fernando Pessoa
NOTHING The angels were looking for her, found her at my side, there where her wings had guided. The angels came to take her away. She had left their home, their day clearer, and had come to live with me. She loved me, because love just loves imperfect things. The angels came from the top, and took her away from …
Read More »THE LOST WORLD – Venezuela: Canaima and Angel Falls
35,000 sq km, a Venezuelan national park, an area with the intriguing name “the lands of Guayana”. The highest waterfalls in the world, the “Angel”. Ancient rock compositions, above the “Montana’s Diabolo”. Orchids and equatorial flora, along with “chaparral”, very dense formations of green herbs and trees. Savannah, jaguars and tapirs, peccaries, caimans and crocodiles. http://www.think-venezuela.net/ After that you will …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOME POETRY – Angelo Branduardi: Welcome, my woman
WELCOME, MY WOMAN Welcome to my woman, welcome to my home, if you are tired now rests I’ll give you a drink. Welcome, my woman, welcome to my home, I will give you bread and roses and with me you’ll laugh. Welcome to my woman, welcome to my home, if you’re tired now rests welcome my woman. (Angelo Branduardi) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7qdDCi0kw8
Read More »YOU ARE MY SLAVERY, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM – Poetry, by Nazim Hikmet
YOU ARE MY SLAVERY, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM You are my slave, you are my freedom, You are my flesh burning as the naked flesh of the summer nights. You are my home you, with green highlights of your eyes you, high and victorious. You are my nostalgia of knowing how inaccessible at the very moment when I grab you. …
Read More »THERE IS A PLEASURE IN THE UNEXPLORED WOODS – Poetry of George Gordon Byron
THERE IS A PLEASURE IN THE WOODS UNEXPLORED There is a pleasure in the unexplored forests, and ecstasy in deserted beaches, there is a company that no one can disturb at the deep sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, after these talks where I run away from what I am, or …
Read More »CAMILLE PISSARRO (1830/1903), FRENCH PAINTER: The passion for drawing and the Academie Suisse, the wonder of painting en plein air
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Gino Paoli: The sky in a room
When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling, no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here, abandoned, as if, if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates for you and for …
Read More »FAREWELL – Poetry by Nazim Hikmet
The man says to the woman I love, and as if I hold in my palm heart, like broken glass, which I bloodied the fingers, when he broke madly. The man says to the woman I love, and as with the depth of kilometers, with the immensity of kilometers, one hundred percent, a thousand percent, one hundred times the infinitely …
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