JOKES OF CLOUDS: Poetry, by Vladimir Majakoskij
JOKES OF CLOUDS Sailed clouds in the sky, four pieces of clouds; from first to third were people; the fourth was a camel. At these, curiously he joined the street a fifth; from it, in the lap of the blue sky an elephant pulled away behind another. And I do not know if he frightened the sixth, suddenly the clouds …
Read More »JUAN GRIS (1887/1927), PAINTER SPANISH: Comics and paintings, chatting with Matisse and Braque, Leger, Modigliani and Picasso
MEXICO, WEST COAST OF THE GULF: lagoons, marshes and sand
Welcome to the west coast of the Gulf of Mexico, between lagoons, swamps and sand, into a treasure trove of lush vegetation. Few hotels and many Mexicans, good sign for us, because we – as they do – enjoy exquisite seafood. In the southern part of this coast, he had developed the Olmec culture, so, if you love archeology, we …
Read More »ISLE OF PAXOS: Greece in peace, between tiny coves and olive trees
Green, green and leafy, this is the surprise that offers this Ionian island. Not by chance – according to mythology – the island was created by Poseidon for his beloved. Walking Gaios, a few steps from the port, there is the small beach surrounded by pretty houses, all with flower-filled balconies. Can we stop a little in one of the …
Read More »JACOB JORDAENS (1593/1678), FLEMISH PAINTER: Love for domestic atmospheres, the regret for Italy ever seen
THE END: Poetry, by David Herbert Lawrence
THE END If I could hold you in my heart,  if only I could wrap you in me,  As I would be happy!  But now the memory card before  once again I unrolled the course  of our journey so far, here where we part. And to say that you’ve never, ever been  some your reality, my love,  and never …
Read More »YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR: Poetry of Emily Jane Bronte (1818/1848)
YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR Should not you know despair if the stars sparkle every night; If the dew falls silent at night and the sun gilds the morning. Should not you know despair, although the tears to flow in rivers: are not the most favorite years forever in your heart? Cry, you cry, so it must be; The …
Read More »I CAN NOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU: Poetry of John Keats (1785/1821)
I CAN NOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU I can not exist without you. I forget about everything but to see you: my life seems to stop there, I look ahead. You’ve me absorbed. Â Right now I have a feeling as to dissolve: Â I would be very sad without hope to see you soon. Â I’d be afraid to break away from …
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