ONE DAY WILL EXIST One day there will the girl and the woman, whose name will no longer mean only one opposed to the male, but something in itself, something that will not be expected to complete and border, but only in real life: the feminine humanity. This progress will transform the experience of love, which is now full of …

SOMETIMES YOUR SADNESS IS A YACHT Huge, white and expensive, like an anvil dropped from heaven: how will we get onboard, up there, when it hurts our necks to look? Other times it is a rock on the lawn, and matter can never be destroyed. But today we hold it to the edge of our bed, shutting our eyes, on …

Welcome on Florence, where history and art combine to bear witness to the past, in exceptional way. You can go with me inside special site, where we can see the Renaissance in Medicean Florence, into the Chapel of the Magi (in Palazzo Medici-Riccardi). We can admire one special chapel – secret and precious – imagining the religious heart of one …

Café Petersborg – in Bredgade 76 – right next alo Amaliengorg, is the restaurant where I would like to take this evening, an elegant and refined, but if you prefer a quieter corner, right on the edge of the channel, we could go to the restaurant Kanalen – in Frederiksholm Kanal 18 – good for eating smoked salmon from Bornholm, …

IF I THINK If I thought I could go away to come to you, ten thousand miles would be a mile. But we’re in the same city and I dare not see you, and a mile It is longer than a million miles. (Marichico) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Love-Poems-Marichiko-Kenneth-Rexroth/dp/0879221003      

OUR HANDS IN THE WATER We fidget this water. In it, our hands are sought, sometimes touching, broken shapes. Further down, is a current, is something invisible, other trees, other lights, other dreams. And look, are also other colors. Refraction transfigures the red. It was a summer day? No, it is the time that will change the sky, and into …

ROTATIONS The rotation of a star, I understand with the heart. There are red hot stones on the night of the body. These are the names that trace their orbit of oblivion, their ellipse years and forgetfulness. (Lorenzo Mari)