PATAGONIA I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured a peninsula, wide enough for a couple of ladderback chairs, to wobble on at high tide. I thought of us in breathless cold, facing an horizon round as a coin, looped in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls from sea to sun. I planned to wait, till the waves had bored themselves to …
Read More »NOT ONLY TOBACCO – Pinar del Rio, Cuba: between dazzling landscapes and foamy waterfalls
According to archaeologists, this area was populated place by the indigenous Cubans over 4,000 years ago, do not forget – by visiting these places – they left their caves on the rock art. Looking around you realize that the main product of the province of Pinar del Rio’s tobacco (the best in the world, especially near San Juan y Martinez), …
Read More »WRECK & PIRATES – The Golden Boa Vista and the beaches of Cape Verde
If you walk up just north of Sal Rei – going beyond Praia da Cruz – you can observe the sea the peninsula of Ponta do Sol (the southernmost point of the island), but do not forget to photograph the lighthouse. Step by step, you will understand that the north coast is a single beach (the magnificent “Boa Esperanca”), the …
Read More »ALEKSANDR RODCHENKO (1891/1956), RUSSIAN PAINTER – Showing the truth, but at the same time making the drawing clearer
WANDERING I GO INTO FIRST SNOW – Poetry by Sergei Yesenin
WANDERING I GO INTO FIRST SNOW I go astray on the first snow in the heart of lilies forces erupted. The evening went on my way over the candle turquoise of a star. I do not know if there is light or dark, whether in the forest sing the rooster or the wind. Maybe instead of winter fields, swans have …
Read More »THE DAWN – Poetry by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak
THE DAWN You were everything in my destiny, then came the war and the decay, and long, long you never heard anything more. And after many, many years, your voice again troubled me. All night I read your commands, reviving me as from a swoon. I want to go among the people, the crowd, the animation morning. I am …
Read More »MY CRYSTALLINE SOUL – Poetry by Paul Klee
MEINE KRISLALLKLARE SEELE > Meine kristallklare Seele war je da und dort hauchgetrübt, meine Türme manchmal bewölkt. Pein setzt sich zur Liebe, und ohne Sehnsüchte kann ich nicht lang noch kurz leben. MY CRYSTALLINE SOUL > My crystalline soul, it is sometimes disturbed by a breath, my towers are filled with clouds. The penalty cometh love and I can not …
Read More »SANDY SKOGLUND, AMERICAN ARTIST – Imagining overwhelming amount of objects and their colors
PHOTOGRAPHING AND PROCESSING – The special way of Sandy Skoglund
SANDY SKOGLUND 1/4 – She was born in a fine summer day, and studied art at the University of Iowa and the Sorbonne. Lives and works in New York, expressing her creativity as a photographer. She was interested in dealing with repetitive, process-oriented art production through the techniques of mark-making and photocopying. SANDY SKOGLUND 2/4 – Her first artistic creation …
Read More »EVERYWHERE WE GO – Poetry by Henrik Nordbrandt
EVERYWHERE WE GO Everywhere we go, we always come too late what a time we started to find. And in any city we stop, are the houses where it is too late to turn, the gardens where it is too late to spend a moonlit night, and the women that is too late to love, to torment us with their …
Read More »LOVE – Poetry by Edith Irene Södergran
LOVE My soul was a dress blue color of the sky. I left on a cliff, at the sea, and naked I came to you, resembling a woman. And as a woman I am sitting at your table and drank a cup of wine, I breathed in the scent by roses. You found me beautiful, that I looked like something …
Read More »ONE NIGHT OF WINTER – Poetry by Tomas Tranströmer
ONE NIGHT OF WINTER The storm put down his mouth and blows the house to make a sound. Restless sleep, I turn around, I read the text of the storm dormant. But the child’s eyes are wide open in the dark, and the storm moans for him. They both love the lamps swinging. Both are half way from the language. …
Read More »A GHOST TOWN AND A LAKE AMONG FLOWERS AND LEGENDS – Norma and Ninfa, Central Italy
http://www.italia.it/en/home.html In the ancient city it is through the so-called Porta Maggiore (but three other doors were carved into the walls). The small medieval town – on top of the slope by Lepine Mountains down to the Pontine Plain – is just over a kilometer from the city walls of the first settlement, founded in 492. C. Cologne Latin America …
Read More »PASSIONATE MADRIGAL – Poetry by Federico Garcia Lorca
MADRIGAL APASIONADO > Quisiera estar en tus labios para apagarme en la nieve de tus dientes. Quisiera estar en tu pecho para en sangre deshacerme. Quisiera en tu cabellera de oro soñar para siempre. Que tu corazón se hiciera tumba del mío doliente. Que mi carne sea tu carne, que mi frente sea tu frente. Quisiera que toda mi alma …
Read More »MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: ARCHIPELAGOES – Poetry bi Darek Walcott
MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: ARCHIPELAGOES At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. At the rain’s edge, a sail. Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands. Into a mist will go the belief in harbors of an entire race. The ten-years war is finished. Helen’s hair, a gray cloud. Troy, a white ashpit by the drizzling sea. …
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