Meeting Benches World art in all forms

AUTUMN: G. Rodari The hay it is mowed, the hunter shot. Autumn is opened: the cricket has walled in the grave, in the meadow.     YELLOW LEAVES: Trilussa But where do you go, poor yellow leaves, as many butterflies carefree? You come from afar or close? By a forest or a garden? And you do not hear the melancholy …

ANTONIETTA RAPHAEL 1/4 – Born in Lithuania, by Jewish parents and grow up in London (where he learned the secrets of sculpture by Jacob Epstein), Paris and Rome. Attend the Academy of Fine Arts and married an Italian painter, generating three daughters creative: a journalist, a writer and a designer. She produced portraits and landscapes, always characterised by a formal …

DAYS AS FIELDS Days as fields elongated lark gray Hold eye. Trembles and raves with human harmonies, a grain rolls in the depths of the sky. (Vladas Braziūnas)

THREE SECONDS OF HEAVEN Imagine a very short time, three seconds, in fact, your time suspended in the blue, the air that caresses you, waiting for your parachute opens. Robertas is the protagonist of the novel, and in the pages of this novel you find the memories of his military life, but also the love for Mary. Like any dive, …

GEORGES SEURAT 1/4 – Even as a child he loves to paint, but will be an uncle and a sculptor men that will transform the nature of creativity. He attended the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, but it is a book – the contrast of colors – what defines his artistic horizon. For him, the lack of detail, and the immobility of …

DES RONDS DANS L’EAU Tu commenças ta vie, tout au bord d’un ruisseau. Tu vécus de ces bruits, qui courent dans les roseaux, qui montent des chemins, que filtrent les taillis. Les ailes du moulin, les cloches de midi soulignant d’un sourire, la chanson d’un oiseau. Tu prenais des plaisirs, à faire des ronds dans l’eau. Aujourd’hui tu ballottes, dans …

HARMONIE DU SOIR Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige. Chaque fleur s’évapore ainsi qu’un encensoir; Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l’air du soir; Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige! Chaque fleur s’évapore ainsi qu’un encensoir; Le violon frémit comme un cœur qu’on afflige; Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige! Le ciel est triste et beau comme un …

IO MI FERMO QUI Come un sasso che l’acqua tira giù, io mi perdo nel blu degli occhi tuoi. La mia libertà io non la voglio più, io amo il bianco e tu sei candida. Sì, io mi fermo qui, qui dove vivi tu. No, più non cercherò un altro nido, ormai. Tu sei l’acqua, dopo il fuoco io non …

SOUL IN LOVE “You do not know: there are birches and night stand their roots, and you never would believe that at night the trees are walking or become dreams. Do you think that in a tree is a violin of love. Do you think a tree sings and laughs. Do you think a tree is in a crevasse and …

BE TRUE MAYBE WHAT YOU SAY It may be true what you say, that Milan is a country that puts nausea, that the air is unhealthy, wet, thick, and we are the suckers Milan. However, my dear Mr. Monsù are thirteen years I observe one thing: that when these gentlemen plant here in this pit, those blessed roots, not washed …

BEPPE FRANCESCONI 1/4 – He was born in 1961 and lives in Italy, in Marina di Massa, where reigns the blue and all shades donated by Sun. By painting, he tells you about places where the sun does not want to wake up, and where moon stars are seen even in daylight. Looking at his paintings, you go into a …