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 …

For more than half a century, a piece of blue has turned to the gym, that is, in a certain way of life. I have exactly the same age, and in my years I have seen grow – without realizing it – all the nuances of what clove color, suspended between sky and sea. Nice to meet you, my name …

Pico is in the pages of a new book, one written by Giulio Busi and Raphael Ebgi. Giovanni Pico della Mirandola died in a November day in 1494, at the age of 31 years, but after more than five centuries, for him, is not only his proverbial memory. In his portraits, we can observe a handsome man, in his writings …

An ancient game, with its strict discipline, the game of billiards. Four sides and a soft rectangular field, softly green. Inside it run colored marbles, those that the player hits with an auction – the stick – or throwing with his hands, trying to understand the point to hit. Tic-tac, above the color of grass, the imagination of the possible …

Imagine a cylindrical object, made with wood. Imagine that niche, divided into two distinct parts. Imagine a human infant, unwanted by his parents, put in one of those two parts. Imagine a hand of mother, who runs the mechanism of wood, giving the piety that had grown in her womb of woman. Here, what you have imagined, existed for centuries …

Travel in Italy. http://www.amazon.it/Viaggio-Italia-Charles-L-Montesquieu/dp/8842047139  Charles L. de Montesquieu, examines and describes the social scene and the intrigues consistorial, admires the beauty of women Florentine and Venetian, is questions the liquefaction of the blood of San Gennaro, along with the misery of the Neapolitans. He, a politician and diplomat, scrutinizes the United Italians of his time, but anchored to their decline, …

Travel in Italy. http://www.amazon.it/Diari-viaggio-Italia-Grecia-Turchia/dp/8862612222/ref=sr_1_49?ie=UTF8&qid=1420197195&sr=8-49&keywords=viaggio+in+italia Virginia Woolf, novelist, essayist and activist British – died aged 59, in 1941. Among his novels, Mrs. Dalloway, To the Lighthouse, and Orlando. Among his works, translated into over fifty languages, her diaries through Italy start of the twentieth century. There are many ways to write travelogues, but his is absolutely original, because she moves away …