Meeting Benches World art in all forms

A MAN IN A WOMAN   A man in a woman, even one god, for his mouth speaks, so I have to listen to this fact, I never will be mine. I should think so, much as I am, I was taken away from her, out of myself, have pity on me; yes above the vain desire spurs me her …

THAT CONSTRAINT That constraint where my happy fate to the will of Heaven tied me, to my great sorrow was dissolved by the cruel death. The suffering was so heavy and hard to bear that suddenly has deleted all my joy and, if it were not for the reason that finally won, I would have made my life short. But …

ONCE AGAIN Here again, the valley of hell, alpine river, steep mountains, spirits without any virtue, you will hear my cry and my eternal pain. Each mote I hear, every cave, wherever I stop me, wherever moving steps, because the lot, which is always changing and always increases my eternal evil. And while I lament day and night, wild animals, …

NOT EXPRESS LOVE Not express love, the real one is always ascoso; It is a breath that moves silent, mysterious. I said, my great love my heart was opened, with fears horrendous, cold ah, trembling, she fled. As it was far from me a traveler lifted it, silent, mysterious: she sighed and conquered. (William Blake)  

THE GARDEN OF LOVE In The Garden of Love, one day I went, And I saw a thing never seen before: a chapel erected in the center lawn, where I used to play. It was well bolted gates. “Thou shalt not”, it was written on the threshold; I turned to the Garden of Love me, that many flowers it had …

ANXIOUSLY STATUES “Rather choke a child in the cradle, which cradle of unfulfilled desires.” Anxious statues of blood dressed in clothes, and tied for a moment, in the first light of Trafalgar Square, quietly exchanging promises, questions, complaints and cries. Mocking slogans of forbidden love, none of them laments that they would like to be happy, dares to show himself …

DREAM   Black and hard detachment that I stand as thou. Why do you cry? Give me  better to hand, promise to return in a dream. We are like two mountains, We not meet again in this world. If only, when midnight comes, you send me a greeting with the stars. (Anna Andreevna Akhmatova) http://www.amazon.it/Selected-Poems-Anna-Andreevna-Akhmatova/dp/0002710412

Sitting next to a tiller, to look after, you can carefully observe the banks open. Although not wanting to, you follow a track without curbstones that follow behind these waters, rotting and still, always. When the eye does not look at the banks, is a face that rises from the depths stomach, like a fish that lives at the bottom …

It was a day in June, the beginning of the summer of 1999. That’s for sure. Picking up some documents for my trip, I accidentally found some old receipts, not just pieces of paper, but pleasant shades of my travel memories. Six objects, six sites, they reported the freshness of my long stay in Venice. Five are in the restaurants …