On our benches, today we host a mountaineer of Colorado. Dean (although he was not born in the Rocky Mountains), we proposed a highly original portrait of Vail and Aspen, but within the reach of ordinary people. What is special, is the series of small details that can make any great travel experience. He, too, we say “thank you for …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF ADVENTURE: Come with me, free to dream and go in freedom in the wind, like a hawk. Far, far more
Come on, let’s go wandering free weights: The spirits of the road winked, and I realized that I could not work (1). Come on, let’s go on dreaming: I go in the country of the rainbow, and walking with pendant arms (2). Come immerse yourself in the joy of going: Sun, shine on me up inside your heart. Wind drives …
Read More »TAKE OVER WITH ME IN HIGH PROVENCE: Between fields and woods, at 160 kilometers from the sea in Nice, let groped by loneliness
Really – excuse us if we will do this confession – we knew your country French, Bercelonnette. Sure, it’s such a small town (and so far away from the normal tourist routes), which only a guide named Madelaine, that you could take us by the hand, leading us on your Alps, those of Haute Provence. Thank you, Madelaine, also to …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MEMORIES: Stones dissolved and no tears, transgressions that sealed through the doors of the Failed
ANTIQUE – By W. Soyinka “Without tears as dry leaves, sealed with the stems of the desert, we have lost the hope of green nature trails. Their tracks are greener, who violate their ancient reservoirs, with steel rails, and iron structures.” FINDS – By E. A. Poe “We are powerless, us, pale stones. Not all our power is dissolved.” …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF ANGUISH: Around midnight a cry on the ruins, rolling together and painfully, in the secret of happiness
CRASH AND RUIN – By (D. Gascoyne) “The anguish, ran like a crash on the ruins. From the Past accomplished, the emptiness of the Future. And the black, all the invading prism, became absolute.” NIGHT VIGIL – By (Lucretius) “The ambush, night vigil on the steps blindly. Nature has on the mouth a scream: suffering of the body.” …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF SADNESS: Over the last horizon is the lone garden of sadness, where to dive between burning matches
INFINITY  “Always dear to me was this lonely hill,  and this hedge, which has so much  last The endless horizon.  But as I sit and gaze, boundless  spaces beyond that, and superhuman  silences, and deepest quiet  I thought I pretend; if just for  the heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind  …
Read More »COSTA ALEGRE, MEXICO: With Sheila, on the Pacific Ocean, where sea turtles nest, sharing with them 70 kilometers of beach
Thank you for your contribution. As you can read, Sheila, we have not altered your editorial contribution. We were limited only to give a title to your diary, choosing from your pictures, the one that seemed most appropriate for our cover. Now that you know how to find us – info@meetingbenches.com – we’re waiting for you, again, with the story …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF MEETINGS: Frames of tremor woven, in the East, where the sand is warm,
MEETING of V.Nabokov “I remember your arrival: a ring growing, a tremor that the world ignores.” CHARM I. F. Annensky “As the plots of the wavering shadows, the sand is as white hot: do not say anything, do not smile, remains so, as you were.” WORRY Tsang Yang Gyatso “In the East, on the mountain top, clear the …
Read More »COME WITH ME. EINGANG RATHAUSTOR: Salzburg at Christmas, but not only to buy a loden
Pine branches and gold tassels and Mozart chocolates Kugeln, thank you, I’m glad that you accepted my invitation. Â http://www.salzburg.info/en/accommodation/hotels_overview . The Advent markets in the city street of purchases – the Getreidegasse – will not make us forget the lights that illuminate this city, and in particular, the Duomo, and its twin towers. Even now, I ask you a special …
Read More »UNITED COLOR OF LOVE: When in the market of winter, around days, listen to her steps
“From the bottom of silver-gray, a slender deer is advancing in the winter forest, and cautious, step by step, wise, pure and immaculate freshly fallen snow. And I think of you, graceful figure.” (J. Maragall) “You, who have led the market in my heart, and you sold in another market, not sell this heart you busy.” (Abd Allah ibn …
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