EXPRESSIONS OF THE RENAISSANCE: A LOOK THAT COMES FROM AFAR
GREEK ISLANDS IN MAY: Wreaths and wild garlic soup mageritza and joy
Of course, even in Greece life follows the rhythm of the seasons. The holidays, a few special places, have their roots in ancient times, when they celebrated the harvest of grapes, wheat and olives. This is important to keep in mind when you decided to go to this fascinating destination. Where and when. In this month, May is filled with …
Read More »WAITING FOR YOU: Poetry, by Paul Valery
WAITING FOR YOU I lived of waiting for you. My heart slow, was just your steps. (Paul Valery) http://www.amazon.com/Art-Poetry-Bollingen-XLV-Vol/dp/0691018804/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 http://www.amazon.it/Opere-scelte-Paul-Val%C3%A9ry/dp/8804614021/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1430907348&sr=8-1&keywords=Poesie+Val%C3%A9ry%2C+Paul
Read More »HANS MEMLING (1440/1494), GERMAN RENAISSANCE PAINTER: Melancholy shades of refined elegance
WITH EVERY GOODBYE, YOU LEARN: Poetry, by Jorge Louis Borges
WITH EVERY GOODBYE, YOU LEARN With every goodbye you learn. And you learn that love not lean on someone, and the company is not security. And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts, and the gifts are not promises. (Jorge Luis Borges) http://www.amazon.it/Jorge-Luis-Borges-Vita-Poesia/dp/2296020615 http://www.amazon.com/Borges-Selected-Poems-Jorge-Luis/dp/0140587217
Read More »DOMENIKOS THEOTOKOPOULOS – EL GRECO (1541/1614), SPANISH RENAISSANCE PAINTER: Shades of mannerism, between Venice and Toledo
JEAN-HONORÉ FRAGONARD (1732/1806), FRENCH ROCOCÓ PAINTER: Lightness of light rarefied
SERENADE: Poetry, by Federico Garcia Lorca
SERENADE Along the banks of the river the night is bathing and on the breasts of Lolita die of love the branches. Â Â Â Â Die of love branches. The night naked singing on the bridges of March. Lolita washes her body with brackish water and Nardi. Â Â Â Â Die of love the branches. Glitters in high over the rooftops the …
Read More »I WANT SEATING NEAR YOU: Poetry, by Federico Garcia Lorca
I WANT SEATING NEAR YOU I would sit next to you in silence, but I have not the courage: I’m afraid my heart I go up to my lips. That’s why I speak foolishly and hide my heart behind the words. Taken cruelly my pain for fear you to do the same. My pillow looks at me at night with …
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