“How beautiful you are, my friend, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil. Your hair is a flock of goats, that descend from the slopes of Gilead.” Moishe Segal, Mark Zacharovič Šagalov, Marc Chagall. Three identity for a jew Russian born in a summer of 1887, a human naturalizzatosi and died French, in the spring of 1985. …

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

ACCEPTANCE – Heraclitus: You’ll never find the truth, if you are not willing to accept even what you did not expect to find. EXPECTATIONS – G.G. Marquez: He who awaits much can expect little. WAIT – LA Seneca: The biggest obstacle is the expectation of life, which depends on tomorrow but wasted today. JOYOUS WAITING – E. Montale: But wait …

CLEANED CLOTHES – Tibullus: But you come to us, oh alma Peace, keep up the ear, and fill of apples, the womb of your white robe. BAD WORDS – J. Milton: With words coated ornaments of reason, advised ignoble calm, quiet and slothful. DESERT – Tacitus: They make a desert and call it peace. WINDOWS IN THE NIGHT – H. …

LOVE SLEEPING IN BREAST OF THE POET – By Federico García Lorca You can never understand how much I love you, because in myself you sleep and you remains asleep. I will hide in tears, haunted by a voice of penetrating steel. Accordance that shakes together, flesh and star, already pierces my chest pained, and the gloomy words have bitten …

Yes, even the soul has its wounds. This tells us a French neuropsychiatrist – Boris Cyrulnik – the innovator of the circuits invisible of emotions and feelings. Not with poems, and not even with a novel, he takes us on pages full of sense. http://www.amazon.it/Parlare-damore-sullorlo-dellabisso-Cyrulnik/dp/8876848703 Almost as an architect, but without using brick and reinforced concrete, the physician-writer reminds us …

ROOMS ILLUMINATE – P. von Heyse: Endure, is patient quiet. In a time, your room will be full of sun. TRUSTING – J. Thorarensen: Although I fail to see placate the storms of life, moved, I listen to the laughter of my hopes. THE IMPOSSIBLE – M. Kundera: We can write and love, in spite of the impossibility of writing, …

Jane Austen, 42 years of earthly light, a well known English narrator, an immortality of words and emotions, which is not dead in the summer of 1817. He grew up in a home environment culturally vibrant, opening its vast horizon of words in a vast library family. In 1793 she has already completed its “juvenilia”, a collection of her poems, …

CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down …

Call me Peppe. Really, my name is Giuseppe. Nice to have you among those who read me, and thanks to Meeting Benches, offering to those who want it, the ability to publish something. I’ll tell you – in short – the story of a path suspended above the sea, but you will not forget, accompanying me, that we are walking …